Probably Something Songtext
von (cutaia)

It′s always darkest at the end of the day
When all the midnight oil's burnin′ away
It's antiquated but you know what they say
No, there ain't nothin′ new
Maudlin nights spent pacin′ the floor
Haunt the room until I can't anymore
Look at the clock, it says it′s 12:34
I must be missin' my cue
′Cause it's all I need
To be feelin′ free, oh

I know my place in the world isn't what it was before
I can hear my breathin' over the bangin′ on the door
It′s the same
Same old thing


The chips are stacked, still it's never enough
Tip my hand but they keep callin′ my bluff
Already folded now I'm sortin′ my stuff
Crimson fabric unfurled
Earlier, I thought I'd have me a drink
Took a sip and poured it right down the sink
Instead I guess I′m gonna sit here and think
About the weight of the world
That I'm underneath
How it's killin′ me, oh

I know my place in the world isn′t what it was before
I can hear my breathin' over the bangin′ on the door
I've got my feet on the ground and my head is in the air
I will find my peace of mind when it′s scattered everywhere
It's the same
It′s the same
Same old thing