Routine

So here we are now, we're stuck at the tracks and still no one is going past. A familiar story? Yeah everyone has had one their whole life. Now one year on and the fun is dead, your minds a closed book that can't be read. I'm stuck at the tracks, but now I'm ready to go

It's been two years and the fight is never done, the bottle is dry and my patience is wearing thin, I'll be staying at home, hoping that you miss me
Like missing me is the last thing you dream about at night and the first thing you think about when you wake in the morning, hung over, head aching, regretting everything

The stories that you tell me are intriguing at the least which is saying a lot. It's making me lose sleep, just don't you go and say that life's like this. I been listening but there ain't no end. You want me to stay and finish instead? I hope you could hear, it'd really help me out

I'm so sick of this routine, so go home