My face reflects off the window of the same old train.
I step off at the corner of the same old lane.
And as I trudge through the alleyways, I wonder why I do this anyways...

Its all the same
Every day

I hate my job right now
And I hate my life...but im ok.
Im ok.

I hate my face right now
And I hate this place...but im ok.
I think I'll stay.

I found peace in the average.
Oh too much will never be enough anyway...anyways..

My hands unfold at the closing of the same old prayer.
Sometimes I find that I wonder if you're even there.

But as I step off that same old train
And stare at the same old things, you say...
Its not the same day.

And I may hate my job today
but it pays the bills and thats ok...thats ok
And I may hate my face today
but some girl will love me anyways...someday...oh someday.

And Ill find peace in the simple things
Like the taste that an apple brings
olah...lah lah lah lah lah lah...

I think I'm ok.