Wading In

[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?