When tomorrow comes, it's the same routine
I'll oversleep and grind coffee beans
At the end of the day, we just try and cope
With some caffeine and some nicotine
I feel tired and old
My hands can't take it anymore
Anymore
When tomorrow comes, it's the same routine
I'll oversleep during quarantine
At the end of the day, it's just a sad trope
When I lose sleep unnecessarily
I am tired and old
My bones and limbs are shaking
They're aching
Yesterday I was doing fine
But yesterday's not all the time
Fishing in a bathtub and nothing's there
I'm not sure of anything not anymore
(When tomorrow comes, it's the same routine
I'll oversleep and grind coffee beans
At the end of the day, we just try and cope
With some caffeine and some nicotine)