"September November" lyrics

I change my room around and the dust makes shapes in the air
Pointless thing to pursue, that I'll feel better if my beds an inch over there
It's change
Change where everything else is the same
You know that you had a certain taste I couldn't explain

I'll cut off all my hair and wear clothes I couldn't wear
And I dyed it a bloody red and let uglier boys into my bed
It was change
Change where everything else is the same
You know that you had a certain taste I couldn't explain

Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better

Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better

I change my room around and the dust made shapes in the air
I cried babier tears for the things I found in there
And it was strange
Things are never staying the same
Stuff is not to be thrown away, it's not a waste

Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better
Better, better, better, better
I'll feel better