Same old skin

You said you’d leave the past behind , cut your hair, changed your name,

Bought a new coat, learned to smile polite , but I still see the same old flame

Same excuses in a prettier frame , same silence when the truth gets near

You talk about growth like it’s a brand , but the mirror don’t lie, my dear

We dress it up, we call it change , we swear we’ve learned, we rearrange

But under all the brand-new paint ...

People never really change , they just get better at the same old game

Same heart, same scars, same late-night blame, different city, different name

People never really change, we’re just circles in a prettier frame

You can run, you can rearrange, but the ghost still wears your face

Remember how you swore you’d never, be the one who walks away?

Now you’re writing poems about “becoming” , while you leave the same old messes in your wake

New friends, new songs, new self-help books, same cold hands when it gets too real

You say you’re softer, say you’re free, but the teeth still show when you feel

We dress it up, we call it change, we swear we’ve learned, we rearrange

But under all the brand-new paint...

People never really change , they just get better at the same old game

Same heart, same scars, same late-night blame, different city, different name

People never really change, we’re just circles in a prettier frame

You can run, you can rearrange, but the ghost still wears your face

Maybe that’s the only honest thing, we keep the core, we change the string

And every time I hope you’re different, I find the same old song you sing

People never really change , they just get better at the same old game

Same heart, same scars, same late-night blame, different city, different name

People never really change, we’re just circles in a prettier frame

You can run, you can rearrange, but the ghost still wears your face