Everyday
Running low on the juice in my battery
Heaven knows that I came from a factory
Comatose when I'm smoking the fat trees
I was hoping to go back to the satisfactory
Let's have a chat g
About making waves
You know my tactics have got us sipping here for days
Intermittently admitting the fitting lyrics that I have written on a page
And I'm learning with age to be sitting pretty in a cage
Sitting on my last pay check I got my pen a ten deck
And a fast two step jig to keep the bass heads gasping to know what's next
Everything rests on a hairpin but I'm taking the apex and my eyes are dead ahead
Found a crown and now I wear it on my head
One crate down and they don't know what to expect next
Been trying to make some space
I can't look myself in the face
I'm trying to win this race
Savour every taste
But gotta get myself away
Everyday
(What I gotta do to escape the migraine)
Everyday
(What I gotta do to make it to Friday)
Hey hey hey
(What I gotta do to escape the migraine)
Running low on the juice in my battery
Heaven knows that I came from a factory
Comatose when I'm smoking the fat trees
I was hoping to go back to the satisfactory
Monotony follows me
Wherever I go everyday
I'm thinking what's stopping me from sinking
Under the waves that rock this boat
A lot of me wants to be forever living in this state of bliss
I can see my list of mistakes grows ever long as I board this ship
Self-loathing and self-censorship
And look who spoke
The spokes on the wheel
Folks begin to feel a little unreal
And the smokes a no deal
Blokes gonna choke if you ask them to open up and reveal how they really feel
Broken and emotions unknown barely coping with feelings rarely spoke
It's a fairly good chance they'd rather seal their feelings in an envelope and leave it closed
I believe in hitting the high notes
And in windy conditions I believe in the guide ropes
Sometimes the side road might fright
So I try to glow as I find my flow
Been trying to make some space
I can't look myself in the face
I'm trying to win this race
Savour every taste
But gotta get myself away
(What I gotta do to escape the migraine)
Everyday