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