More of the Same

Floating around in a vacuum of space

Everything here it all looks the same

Like aisles and aisles of boxes and cans

Everything is just more of the same thing

I go to a friend of a friends party

Everyones well dressed with a perfect body

And they all have alternative hair cuts and straight white teeth

But all I see is just more of the same thing

Woah, just a little is more than I can recall

I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before

I'm never gonna figure it out, no I'm never gonna try again

If all it is, is just more of the same thing

In the classroom, trying to believe in

The words on a page of a book that I'm reading

Spread out by a woman who became a teacher

'Cause she couldn't make ends meet from her writing career

Woah, just a little is more than I can recall

I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before

I'm never gonna figure it out, no I'm never gonna try again

If all it is, is just more of the same thing

Just a little is more than I can recall

I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before

I'm never gonna figure it out, no I'm never gonna try again

If all it is, is just more of the same thing

More of the same thing