The leaves don't look the same The rot of summer drains every single day And I heard you moved away Something about being tired of staying in one place "It's a long life" she said. "You're gonna have to do your best to pace all of the sadness" Well I don't want to wait I'd rather play along with all the woes stuck in my head Just give into the weight Try and accept the fact that nothing's going to change I'm meant to fade away If the meek shall inherit the earth I'll be King And it's hard for you to say "I hope you're not the same person you were Back in those yesterday's" Well I'm sorry to say I haven't done much In the way of trying to change