Don't want to rise
Before the sun will climb
And alight my weary eyes
Can I get older in an unmoving time?
Every what if fills my mind
But I push aside these questions
Go about my day
Just to find my bed again and do the same
Wash
Rinse
Repeat
Hit my sins with bleach
Try to practice what I preach
As I fill the time
And pretend to sleep
So I can rise
Rise
And
Wash
Rinse
Repeat
Seasons change
I stay the same
But shift the chairs and tables
And pretend everything's rearranged
But it's all a daze
As I talk and listen
Do my best to sit pretty
Present and mind the picket fences
So I can
Wash
Rinse
Repeat
Hit my sins with bleach
Try to practice what I preach
As I fill the time
And pretend to sleep
So I can rise
Rise
And
Wash
Rinse
Repeat