Turn off the fan

If we're to get to sleep tonight

Stop me if I start

Considering everything I might

Now that we're old enough to break what we don't touch

If it's not clear

I'm still here

Things have not changed

Or maybe what I mean to say

This change is hard to see

In what we're seeing everyday

You look the same, you look so good I can't explain

But if it's not clear

I'm still here

Oh my I cannot believe the time

Someone heard it'd take an hour but, how could that be right

Oh there, I've adjusted to the air

Why should I explain it I just don't think that its fair

Oh god now I'm here until I'm not

I bet no one sees it

I never learned to brush it off