My routine's melatonin
My day's a tint of gray
I've got my life in boring order
I've been settling on who to blame
As the sun is painting the trees in Golden
Yellow lingers 'cross the pines
As he will leave me in the darkness
And punch out for the night, oh
And tonight, I'm just as tired as him
Its like I gotta be on all the time
Maybe it's the world that's shining for me
Maybe I'm robbing myself blind
But I can just know
If he can make it 'til the morning, and back to the show
Then he can woo us all to ashes through his prime
Oh
