Same

Same Didn’t think that it would make me wonder, That’s the way I tend to be You found a better way to steal my thunder In a momentary dream where all the lights attempt to free my weight. I’m running dry If only I could stay the same   And I can’t sing ordinary things I think in the morning I’m willing to proceed   Blinded, branded Something else that I wish she said Finding something beautiful when I make my bed   So is it failing? Nothing left to bring  I think in the morning I’m willing to proceed but if I can’t pick a lane for many more melodies, then it’s a bad comedy. It never occurred to me   I didn’t think that it would make me wonder.