Leaving a trail of fickle destructions
Caught in the eye of my good intentions
Exhausted excuses I mistook for reasons
A change of heart, or change of season?
I could've been nicer, more loyal, less needy
Social chameleon playing the scene
So I've picked a new favourite colour to be
Decided I'm pretty, just being me
Can't hear a sound but a chain of new thoughts
Outspeaking the silence in small, sonic dots
It offers just one thing that no money bought
It offers you me, coz that's all I got.