Every Day Like the Last

It might be true
It might be easier for me, if not, for you
I might be free
To live a life of some prolonged tranquillity

Alone with my thoughts
My mind can do its wandering
A bed to die in

Did you really want
To live a life every day like the last?
To make a trade
Of future promise for a hopeless past

Forget what you know
Afraid of what you want the most
A living ghost

Everyday like the last
Everyday like the last
Everyday like the last
Everyday like the last