Same Show

I'm sitting in the sun Singing under a tree in Oregon I'm letting the breeze flow underneath my armpits I can never sit still, not for a god, not when it's good for me It's strange to be so sad and know still that you are lucky I'm writing it all down when I can find the energy I'm wondering if they tell other people what they think of me Maybe there's a consensus, Who is she to be so defenseless? Who is she to find it so unexpected That its harder than she projected It's washing over me But how can I complain Somebody like me, who has everything It seems a shame, even I should be in pain I'm getting so bored Of the way i speak, the things i talk about I'm stuck in the same show A part i've played 100 times now When I go back to la I'm gonna show them how they're missing out Sick of feeling sorry for myself Sick of letting it design my doubts It's washing over me But how can I complain Somebody like me, who has everything It seems a shame, even I should be in pain I'm stuck in the same show It's played 100 times now