Same Old, Same Old Songtext
von Sophie Truax

I know it′s coming soon
I've been reckoning with bible quotes on bumper stickers
I see it in the way I′m letting all my messages sit on delivered

No regard for bigger picture, I get bored and pull the trigger
Cut my hair with kitchen scissors
Twenty-something shapeless shifter

I'm so, I'm so sick of living through the same old, same old
Every morning I get high, chain smoke
Wait for god to turn the tables
I′m so sick of living through the same old, same old


I spend hours on my phone
Saying things that I don′t mean to men I meet on Tinder
I know it's getting worse
When I give myself away because they pay for dinner

No regard for bigger picture, I get bored and pull the trigger
Cut my hair with kitchen scissors
Twenty-something shapeless shifter

I′m so, I'm so sick of living through the same old, same old
Every morning I get high, chain smoke
Wait for god to turn the tables
I′m so sick of living through the same old, same old

I'm so, I′m so sick of living through the same old, same old
I'm so, I'm so sick of living through the same old