Less tact and more truth Yeah, you colored in your bruises and made up excuses Quantified feeling homesick with despondent arrangements And it took so long to say this There is always change There is always change People to places to boxes of clothes You were always subtext You were always absent People into places and your texts on my phone They are all arbitrary now And I'm learning to make sense of things as they apply to form There is always change There is always change People into places and dust into dust If you're not content with emptiness or a false god You will always have a place in my heart You will always have a place in my heart You will always have a place in my heart