Counting the Changes

I'm getting forced away from the right time and right place
You say you swear you hear my name more often than you see my face
I'm still wide awake lying on the mistake you made
Every time you had the chance to walk away

But you carry on
Counting the changes
And although you're wrong
If you want to test my patience

Please do
Cause when my sleeves run out of room for my demise
I'll just wear my heart on my shoulder
Please choose
'Cos at some point down the line I'll realise
There's not much hope but I'll still be holding out

With the contingent selection
Of equivocations and the words you chose
In which my answers are questioned
But tell me if I just let this go

Would you carry on
Counting the changes
And although you're wrong
If you want to test my patience

Please do
Cause when my sleeves run out of room for my demise
I'll just wear my heart on my shoulder
Please choose
Cause at some point down the line I'll realise
There's not much hope but I'll still be holding out

I'll still be holding out