Bad Routines

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[Bridge]
Every other day, I get lost
'Round about the place I grew up
You'd think that I'd know better by now
But forever I've been headed south
I'm walking on the thinnest of ice
On the most pitch black of nights
Water's all around me now
So soaked that I can't be fixed by rice

[Chorus]
I've been breathing easy, slipping into bad routines
And counting blessings I've no right to have
Oversleeping evenings, misinterpreting the feeling
That what will be will come to pass
That what will be will come to pass