Like the same song, in the same key
Where you don’t feel anything
And you’re working from the same seat
As the days bleed into weeks
And you tell yourself that it’s alright
But is this where you’d be by now?
And you sit and stir, the days just blur
And you just wanna go, out on the road a couple more shows
Cause it’s the only way you know
Like the good news, without the bad news
Cause they always come in pairs
And you made your rent for the work week
But you haven’t seen your friends
