More Of The Same - Caroline Rose

Floating around in a vacuum of space

Everything here, it all looks the same

Like aisles and aisles of boxes and cans

Everything is just more of the same thing

I go to a friend of a friend’s party

Everyone’s well-dressed with a perfect body

And they all have alternative haircuts and straight white teeth

But all I see is just more of the same thing

Whoa, just a little is more than I can recall

I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before

I’m never gonna figure it out, no, I’m never gonna try again

If all it is is just more of the same thing

In the classroom, trying to believe in

The words on a page of a book that I’m reading

Spread out by a woman who became a teacher

'Cause she couldn’t make ends meet from her writing career

Whoa, just a little is more than I can recall

I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before

I’m never gonna figure it out, no, I’m never gonna try again

If all it is is just more of the same thing

Just a little is more than I can recall

I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before

I’m never gonna figure it out, no, I’m never gonna try again

If all it is is just more of the same thing

More of the same thing