Everyday's the Same

Trying to pull from first gear,

Can’t seem to turn my head,

Doesn’t want to learn the way.

 

Wake up in the morning,

Frost has won the pane.

Cough up last nights dreams,

Dirt at your feet,

Ashtrays and cans of beer.

 

Tell me it’s the wrong way,

I want all the lights turned black.

I’m thinking of the ways to turn the clock back.

 

Everyday’s the same as Sunday,

Crawling around the house at dawn.

The world is full of shame,

Suddenly I'm not the same,

Grab my things I want to go.

Grab my things I want to go.

 

Wanting more to life than this.

Wanting another place to live.

When I get there how will I know,

That it’s happiness that follows?