Routine

So here we are now, we're stuck at the tracks and still no 
one is going past. A familiar story? Yeah everyone has had 
one their whole life. Now one year on and the fun is dead, 
your minds a closed book that can't be read. I'm stuck at 
the tracks, but now I'm ready to go

It's been two years and the fight is never done, the bottle
 is dry and my patience is wearing thin, I'll be staying at
 home, hoping that you miss me
Like missing me is the last thing you dream about at night 
and the first thing you think about when you wake in the 
morning, hung over, head aching, regretting everything

The stories that you tell me are intriguing at the least 
which is saying a lot. It's making me lose sleep, just 
don't you go and say that life's like this. I been 
listening but there ain't no end. You want me to stay and 
finish instead? I hope you could hear, it'd really help me 
out

I'm so sick of this routine, so go home