Melancholy Daydream

The waves crash alone and I Share in their solitude The sweet release of routine The same things I always do The bittersweet comfort of what I know Afraid to step outside the lines Familiar patterns nothing to show But I'll never fail If I never truly try I've got a good thing going So it must be a matter of when Finally something showing Will it blow up in my face again Vivid memories become fever dreams Stuck on repeat so it seems Stuck on repeat so it seems Stuck on repeat so it seems Stuck