All these buckets of rain, I've heard enough about. You say that I lied. I am a gentleman didn't I ask for a place I could stay? What were we both thinking? The next part just got in the way. You were just always talking about changing. What if I was the same then, the same I always was? All these things that you say, like i'll forget about the mind-numbing games that you play. I am a gentleman, didn't I pay for every laugh every dime, every bit every time and then you feed me some line. I won't hear one more word about changing. Guess what I am the same man, same that I've always been. Days pass and turn into weeks, when we don't even speak. We just lay wide awake and pretend we're asleep. You go home alone and you're checking your phone and you're looking at me like I'm something you own. All these buckets of rain, you can't forget about it, you say I never tried. I am a gentleman, didn't I answer every time that you call, pick you up when you fall but you never listen at all You were just always talking about changing. Guess what I am the same man. What's so funny is nobody's laughing at this change of heart you're having. What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder, but I can't seem to get out from under, all these stones you tied to my chest. I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. What's so funny is I'm scared and lonely, and I don't think that I'm the only one as I watch you drive away. and what's so funny is the birds are singing, sun shining, and bells are ringing and I'm thinking, 'what happened here?' and I can't change your mind. and I can't change your mind. and I can't change your mind. and I can't change your mind. There's a chappel in Minneapolis and it holds the bones of a dead saint in it the stain gla*s glows from the ceiling there, and reminds me of the feeling where I first looked into your eyes, and saw the most beautiful birds fly strait into the sun, their wings on fire, the deed was done. Oh and I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. What's so funny is this piece of skin, the one on my arm with your name inked in. What was I thinking? But what's so funny is the way things go down. Like when a star dies it doesn't make a single sound. It's just gone, you can't find it when you look into the sky. And I can't change your mind. And I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. I can't change your mind. I can't do it. There's a werewolf out on my front lawn and he's looking pissed off and he's wet from all the rain. I think I'll go say hi, and offer him a beer. | 
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