Routine

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 spinNow, I lay me down

Nothing tastes so sweetRoutineI can take my time

I like pulling on my own strings

There's too much rushing around

You're leaving out somethingDon't think, just blink

Nothing on my mind

I feel too good to say