Caroline Rose - More Of The Same

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 friends party
Everyone's well dressed with a perfect body
And they all have alternative hair cuts and straight white teeth
But all I see is just more of the same thing

Whoa, just a little bit 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 bit 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 bit 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