Staring down the barrel of another day to fill

I know I should call you, but I don't think that I will

Spend the morning writing lines I'll probably delete

Wet hair on my shoulders dripping onto my seat

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

Repeat, repeat, repeat

Walking through the gardens, watching people in the wild

Living for the weekend with a mortgage and a child

Staring down the barrel of another working week

Rendering the freedom that you feel now obsolete

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

Repeat, repeat, repeat

Repeat

Staring down the barrel

Repeat

Staring down the barrel

Repeat

Staring down the barrel

Repeat

Staring down the barrel

Existential crisis on a Sunday afternoon

Blame it on the internet, blame it on the moon

On every expectation that I know I cannot meet

Waiting on a revelation, staring at the street

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat...