Routine

Routine
Grinding your fingers down
The skin on your back wears thin
Dust clouds billow at your feet
You're gonna get lost
Unless you stop that head spin
Now I lay me down
Nothing tastes so sweet
Routine
I can take my time
I like pulling on my own strings

There's too much rushing around
You're leaving out something
Don't think, just blink
Nothing on my mind
I feel too good to say