Birthday Party Lyrics

So It’s been three years,

since I’ve opened up my ears

just taking me in everything I see.

And in around three weeks

I’ll be packing all I need,

just taking off in a good seat

to arrive in the city,

to arrive in the city.

Welcome to my birthday party,

welcome to my dying day.

Everyone’s got a backpack full of problems,

but everyone’s got a pocket full of change.

Of change, Of change.

And it’s sounds so strange,

but I’ve been counting everyday

like it's one more day I don’t have to change my ways.

And I stopped writing poetry,

and started up a diary

so you could see exactly what I mean,

can you see exactly what I mean.

Welcome to my birthday party,

welcome to my dying day.

Everyone’s got a backpack full of problems

but everyone’s got a pocket full of change.