Letras
Maybe nothing left to say
Same dinner I ate yesterday
The microwave, a snail's pace
Do you know what I mean?
Copacetic drinking Listerine
It's plain to see, we got home late
So I travel back in time
To apologize in advance
I won't be there
To see you smile
It's over now
You'll live somehow
To be at ease
To rest in peace
Is anyone here? It's feeling dead
Trying my best to remember if
I was walking past again and again
It's over, I'm going to bed
An image of what it might have been
Tricky to see if the light is dim
It lets it be about anything
Recycle it, don't feel a thing
And over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over