today is Tuesday and
i feel like a progression must be made
been stumblin' around
somewhere far off, out of sorts
and irritable
no good to anyone
because i feel washed up, like used goods
pre-owned
value decreasing as the years pass

it's funny how i always have to be pondering
can't wait for the morning when i wake up
and days aren't just days
they're like those scenes i love in movies
that tickle my belly in a way that makes me cry
oh, today is Tuesday and i feel like a
progression must be made

is it over, is there more
or am i just so-so
have i become
have i become
is it over, is there more
or am i just so-so
have i become an average joe...

today is a day i could've lived
if only i'd stop thinking so much about living
today is a day i could've sewn into you
surrendering my self-serving sense of reality

oh,
is it over, is there more
or am i just so-so
have i become
have i become
is it over, is there more
or am i just so-so
have i become an average joe...


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[place for me]

it's dark here inside
don't bother the blinds
Christmas is gone, we all filed into our cars
and carried on
to respective warmth

what is this deep familiar
swelling in me
wrestled sleep
to the point where all that's left is to
sit up in bed to dream
dream

i am rewinding
is there
still a place for me
still a place for me

the more and more i go along
i pick up things and never learn when to let them go
life just gets heavier
this doesn't seem to be happening to others

and i am rewinding
is there
still a place for me
still a place for me