"Can't Change"
You have this dark sort of wisdom
That contrasts with my light
I know all too much about warm and cool colors
I know far too much about your bite
So I caress the inner part of your soul
with my hollow and cracked finger
And I blow dry the tears on your face
No need to let them linger
Do you fear what can unfold from dependency?
Do you understand how hard I fight my independence?
Believe me, I've wanted to change
But comfortable ways are so hard to rearrange