Hard Feelings

Come take your bent-out shape that now fits you so well
But if it doesn't sit with you
Well, change your mind
In time, you find that no one's out to get you
For better or worse, they're going to leave you
Alone

Lo, the high spirits they rose
With anchors that you tugged on
You could bewitch anything that you hung on
Your hexes

You've mastered your sadness
Now go find good grief
The kind that makes offerings
Shed some light
Shed

We liked you because
Your effect was your cause
Now you're all caught
Up in arms

We've got hard feelings
To cast like missionaries sent
To jailbirds waiting
To be born again
And born again

You know
It's okay to change your mind