Speaking of Sudden Changes of Subject

I don't know about the way that you roll
You're the girl with the fucked up signal
I don't know, I don't know

I watched you grow through photographs slowly
Received a key from your outstretched hands
You want it one way and then another, you are alone and together

Make me feel better not sad
Or help me understand why I'm feeling so bad
Sadly familiar, shockingly different, speaking of sudden changes of subject

How would I know, she's so fucking touch and go?
Easy come and go, she's a bomb thrower reasons unknown
And she lands on her feet again

There's a march out on the crawl, tidal marks of rule on the wall
Worse than eclectics personally affected by life and love and what's expected

How would I know, she's so fucking touch and go?
Easy come and go, she's a bomb thrower reasons unknown
And she lands on her feet again

The coming attraction's in your eyes
Missing in action, but alive, yea

I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know

I don't know about the way that you roll
You're the girl with the fucked up signal
You want it one way and then another, you are alone and together



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Writer(s): Christopher Coats
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