Chlorophyll

The other day
The temperature fell down
Objects compressed
And water expanded to the brim
The brim of my glass

I sat and watched
From the edge of my seat
As everything changed
In such a way as it had always been

But it wasn't the same
No, it wasn’t the same

I wonder why things have to always change
When pieces leave and nothing ever takes their place
It's been years since I spoke with you last
It gets like this when leaves fall to the grass
They're falling to the grass

I know what you want