Lyrics: Hwavey
Music: Hwavey
Arranger: Hwavey
Woke up late again, scrolled through my phone
Coffee went cold like my dinner alone
Socks on the floor, can’t find the pair
Guess it’s just me and the stale kitchen air
Text from my mum: "You doing alright?
I type back "Yeah"—well, half of that’s right
Weatherman says it’s gonna pour
But I ain’t moved from this couch before
Oh, it’s the same old, same old days
Same jeans, same haze, same lazy craze
Nothing’s wrong but nothing’s new
Just me and my shadow counting ceiling tiles in twos
Met Dave at the pub, he talked ‘bout his job
I nodded along like a rusty old knob
Rain hit the window, we sighed in sync
Even the bartender gave us that "you’re pathetic" blink
Maybe tomorrow I’ll clean up my room
Or learn guitar, or chase the moon
But for now I’ll just hit replay
On this song ’bout nothing, anyway
Same old, same old
Maybe tomorrow I’ll clean up my room
Or learn guitar, or chase the moon
But for now I’ll just hit replay
On this song ’bout nothing, anyway
Same old, same old