Time and time again
Time and time again
I can't please myself
The cost of repetition is
a small bruise that accumulates
over and over again
The weight of habit is
a comfortable jacket that constricts your reach
your steps, your endurance
The minutes are so small it is
easy to miss how quickly they become days; become years
as hourglasses fill with sand
The irony of a blank ceiling is
how little it tells us and
how much time we spend
waiting for the message to change
I wish I was travelin' on a freeway Beneath this graveyard western sky
I'm gonna set fire to this city, And out in the desert we're gonna ride
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All lyrics from
Counting Crows - Time And Time Again
Thanks to both
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