Same demons sitting on the woodwork
We're on speaking terms I know them by name
I've got one on either of my shoulders
I don't know which one to blame
Same good book sitting on the night stand
It's always open to the same page
I don't read it very much anymore
But I feel guilty just the same
You can move the room around
But the furniture won't change your life
It won't change your life
You can change the color of your hair
And get tattoos everywhere
Might not change your life
Then again it might
Same channel playing on the TV
Same movie playing every night
It's about some one time famous someone somewhere
Same seven pictures hanging on the wall
They've got nothing new to say
And the bed still goes unmade
Just like yesterday
