Turn off the fan

If we′re to get to sleep tonight

Stop me if I startConsidering 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