Every Day Like the Last

It might be true It might be easier for me, if not for you I might be free To live a life of some prolonged tranquility Alone with my thoughts My mind can do its wandering A bed to die in Did you really want to live a life every day like the last? To make a trade of future promise for a hopeless past Forget what you know Afraid of what you want the most A living ghost Everyday like the last Everyday like the last Everyday like the last Everyday like the last