The Smith Street Band
What’s Changed
The holes in the walls they remind me that you've gotta go
And of the times we used to patch them
When all I can do is lie there and stare
You put yourself straight into action

What's changed? What the fuck has changed?

I'm still the dumb kid in school, you're still the dumb kid who finished
Now when I looked at you I can feel myself visibly diminish

And as these weekends become our lives
All I want is to stand with you side-by-side without our fingers crossed
Because we've got futures built on friendships
And I've been trying not to end it
Stay together through love built on loss

And I write to you from my coffin above a lounge room
The maps on the walls and the smoke-stained ceilings
And I sit and take a hit of fucking nothing
Figure out how I can not leave the house today

Because living in the city fucking scares me
And the neighbours are close and I can't sleep
And we sit on the cobblestones, get numbed by the pavement
The shit we eat and what we watch on the TV
And he left me with one last cigarette, a single match to light it with
And I took the match to the concrete and I lit a fire under my feet
So we finally look our morals in the eye and ignore the advertising they tattooed across the sky
Tell each other we're alright and we'll tell our mothers that we're doing fine

What the fuck has changed?