It's another day,
Nothing's changed
You'd think it boring
When it stays the same

Perhaps it is,
But not to me
You could call it bad,
Predictability

I get by,
With my wicked ways
I'd load up
Though I know the names

**** digging my way to hell
I'll just take the elevator

We could read a book titled "Everyone Dies"
And wed still be shocked at every death

I'm a creature of habit
I eat the same foods
wear the same clothes
listen to the same music

I talk to the same people
go to the same places
read the same books
and do things the same way

So, I find it strange and wonderful
that I'm adapting to you so easily
as if you were a habit I've always had
When it's barely been any time at all

Rock this boat with your weight,
sink us to the ocean ground,
the emotional baggage was too much,
we took on one to many pounds.
So as we sink down let us remember,
how we were so light once,
flying through the sky,
now I am your dunce,
and we say goodbye.
But while you continue to sink I must let go,
like that cheesy moment with Leo DiCaprio.
Because this isn't the titanic,
we were not as beautifully indestructible,
so no need to panic,
this should have been predictable.