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.