Routine - Samiam

Grinding your fingers down

The skin on your back wears thin

Dust clouds billow at your feet

You’re gonna get lost

Unless you stop that head spin

Now i lay me down

Nothing tastes so sweet

Routine

I can take my time

I like pulling on my own strings

There’s too much rushing around

You’re leaving out something

Don’t think, just blink

Nothing on my mind

I feel too good to say