[Verse 1]
The stairs, they are so long tonight
They lead to the bed
Cigarette in hand
Seated, ash burns in the sheets
A weary mind, it's the same damn night
As the last six years
Another puff, danked-up room
Look around to see what is what
[Chorus]
It's all the same
Nothing ever really changes
Wading in through the mess that was made
Is this it? Is this how it goes?
[Verse 2]
Pregnant women in magazines
Marks written on the letter
The age I am, the age I look are
Two different things
Oil pours out of the skin
Once white sheets on the bed
All the ties are broken
Is this it? Is this how it goes?
[Chorus]
It's all the same
Nothing ever really changes
Wading in through the mess that was made
Is this it? Is this how it goes?