Wrecking Ball

(Can it be true?)

Nobody warned you
Nobody told you to make up your mind
Nobody told you that I could just waltz through
And shake up your style

I'm inside like a wrecking ball through your eyes
And I change it all, I'm inside

Strange and fine
All this hardware
*So uptight
And no ones for me
Go inside
Going somewhere
*Hope is tactile
And no ones for me
Open wide
Young like new year

Nobody warned you
Nobody told you to make up your mind
Nobody told you that I could just walk through
And shake up your style

I'm inside like a wrecking ball through your eyes
And I change it all from inside

Strange and fine
All this hardware
*Sew up time
And no ones for me
Go inside
Going somewhere
*Hopeless tactile
And no ones for me
Open wide
You're like new year
Stand by, stand by, stand by

*(I...warned you...those mirrors...you asked me not to cry)