Same demons sitting on the woodwork We're on speaking terms I know them by name I've got one on either of my shoulders I don't know which one to blame Same good book sitting on the night stand It's always open to the same page I don't read it very much anymore But I feel guilty just the same You can move the room around But the furniture won't change your life It won't change your life
You can change the color of your hair And get tattoos everywhere Might not change your life Then again it might Same channel playing on the tv Same movie playing every night It's about some one time famous someone somewhere Same seven pictures hanging on the wall They've got nothing new to say And the bed still goes unmade Just like yesterday