some things never change they just get old
i can’t even feel it but my head calls it home
i think of your car racing down my street
skidding away, a white flag was raised
you picked me up after work to grab a drink
you said that there’s comfort in routine
but i don’t know
i don’t know if I buy that from someone so low
then with nodding eyes under prell-light skies
you asked me how long we’ve been asleep
some things never change they just get old
i can’t even feel it but my head calls it home