Oliver You kicked a hole through my heart And left me with the whistling sound As the wind blows through With duck tape And an old bin bag I covered it up And put back on my sweater So I look the same But I'm a little different now I might look the same I might look the same But I'm a little different now Oliver You ripped the smile off my face And fed it to the Winter birds What a wicked boy Oliver You are my blackness Oliver You are my lightness My devastator I might look the same I might look the same But I'm a little different now I might look the same I might look the same But I'm a little different now I'm a little different now