There's something about
Painting a room in your house
The smell of fumes are leaking out
Then everyone knows
Something is not the same now
There's something about
The way that you're looking at me
Now that I'm different than thought to be
The world is too small
There's not another one to escape to

We change, we change
All our colors bleeding together now
And we change, we change
I'm not nearly as sure as I was
When I was your age

There's something about
The way that the sun burns the skin
The earth takes a dangerous spin
If it speeds or it slows
But I'm sure it is going to be fine now
There's something about
The whispers, oh I used to care
Oh yeah they crippled me
Back when I could still hear
And could still be riddled with fear

Good thing we change, we change
All our colors bleeding together now
And we change, we change
I'm not nearly as sure as I was
When I was your age

Oh, they bleed into one
All colors