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 Everyone's 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 Whoa, just a little bit 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 Whoa, just a little bit 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 bit 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