Uh, nothing keep me more occupied than my phone does

Making life way less magic than I hoped it was

At the laundromat I see myself in the soap suds spinnin'

I can't help grinnin' 'cause it

Looks like the way that I been feeling since birth

A metaphor for either my brain, my life, or earth

And when it's all done what was it all worth?

I don't know, time to go

I head home from the laundromat with the laundry bag on my back

Walkin' on the crosswalk a car stopped at

The driver and I make eye contact

Like that moment in the ocean two pebbles floatin' by tap

And that's that, the shit is all ab-surd

It's hard to put meaninglessness into words

If you need me I'ma be feeding the birds with the other seniors, uh

Routine typical, every day average

Most days ain't a damn thing really happenin'

Tryna find passion in every day action

The journey that we on isn't very long-lastin'

Routine, every day average

Most memories we make are not magic

I'm saving up my sanity 'cause who knows what could happen

I might have to cash it in in quick fashion

With age the phrase "I got nothin' to do"

It's liable to change and become something new

When you're young it could be something that you're suffering through

Then you get older and it's wonderful to you

Because one man's boredom is another man's peace

One man's rubbish is another's antiques

It's something you can't teach, only learn through experience

Theories you develop through a series of experiments

Lose some excitement, gain some enlightenment

Sometimes I feel as if I spend my whole life fightin' it

Focused on the future, overhypin' it

Or recyclin' past events that you just can't quite forget

The world can be cold and the mind even more so

All you get's a funeral, you don't get an award show

I'm tryna love it while I have it

Especially on the days when there ain't nothin' happenin'

Routine typical, every day average

Most days ain't a damn thing really happenin'

Tryna find passion in every day action

The journey that we on isn't very long-lastin'

Routine, every day average

Most memories we make are not magic

I'm saving up my sanity 'cause who knows what could happen

I might have to cash it in in quick fashion

Uh, the days that your dreams come true are not often

Even when they do it's usually not as awesome

As all them shimmerin' images when you saw them

In your fantasies of a future full of ballin'

The sands keep fallin' from the hourglass top onto the top of your coffin

To listen to it trickling's ridiculously exhaustin'

I get lost in a beat like a maze, I be writin' for days

I used to think it was a phase

Well, said phase became several decades

Until my body and soul go separate ways I'll be

Writin' as a routine ritual

Like I floss or brush my teeth, if you will

A meditative development of a skill

Just some every day shit I been doin' since I was lil', uh

Routine typical, every day average

Most days ain't a damn thing really happenin'

Tryna find passion in every day action

The journey that we on isn't very long-lastin'

Routine, every day average

Most memories we make are not magic

I'm saving up my sanity 'cause who knows what could happen

I might have to cash it in in quick fashion