I want to flip your view point over With my spatula of persuasion Tease the edges of your stubborn mind made up I want to swap the duvet on your embedded Wake up to a fresh perception Shake the corners right down to the end I want to plant a tiny seed of an idea longing for the flower to take form waiting for the right time to sow I want to turn the page on your calendar It's October and you are still on July Remind you that times move on I wouldn't change you for the world even if I could, I wouldn't But Daddy, swallow your pride with the drink I offer