Death Cab For Cutie

Sometimes I talk like a turnstile
when I have had too much to drink
A tangled tongue like English Ivy
Just like a film dubbed out of sync
The phone is ringing in the guest room
A muffled voice on the machine
It's either someone I don't want to talk to
Or someone selling what I don't need
'Cause I'm waiting for you to come on home
Verse 2:
Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter
My bottle shatters on the floor
And you apologize profusely
for the drunkard on your arm
Chorus:
And I'll change, love, change, love
Change for you
Cause even slurred words can contain some truth
I'll change, love, change, love
Change for you
When I am ready to