When you open up your face
There's nothing there I could reiterate
And would I find myself on paper
I couldn't ask another favor
So if you need someone to blame
One more time if it be mine I'll hang it in a frame
Cause you know the only constant now is change
But I won't wait in line to see and let you rearrange

There's not much more for me to say
Or would it matter any other way
But made up your mind or so you claim
How many times have I changed mine it never stays the same
So if you open up your page
There's nothing there you know I swear I won't reiterate
You should know my only constant is my fate
It's always there I never wear it or put it on display