I’m stuck, in an old routine that used to work

I woke up from a dream that I got hurt

The night, doesn’t agree with me no more

 

I’m stuck, on a word that best describes my thought

I had it for a second now it’s lost

The tip, of this tongue is getting tired, and bored

 

Save me from the shadows at my door

Sorry if you’ve heard this song before

 

But I’m stuck, In a pair of jeans that fit so tight

They’re tearing at the seams of days gone by,

When I, used to slip right out of trouble

 

I’m stuck, in a traffic jam backed up for miles

Decisions I’ve avoided for a while

Are due, I used to trust my intuition, more

 

Save me from the shadows at my door

Sorry if you’ve heard this song before

 

I’m stuck, I don’t think I can write another verse

This middle life crises is a curse, that feeds

On my secret fear of being, ignored

 

Save me from the shadows at my door

Sorry if you’ve heard this song before