Lyricist : Harry Myers
Composer : Harry Myers
Run to the end
Run out of friends
Run through them all and then run it again
It's the same old, same old (Same old, same old)
Starts where it ends
Cracks in the lens
See what I want to see blame it on them
It's the same old, same old
This is how it starts
Tear my life apart
Maybe I'll be better
If I live to see the day
But I listen to the dark
No street lights, only cars
Pull my cold hands off this steering wheel
Before I drive off this lonely f*cking bridge
Don't try to save me
It's one hell of a maybe
Pull my cold hands off this steering wheel
Before I drive off this lonely f*cking bridge
So it begins
Weight of my sins
I ain't a saint so why even pretend?
It's the same old, same old (Same old, same old)
Yeah, devil within
Throw me a win
Sell you my soul
Whatever's left of it
Same old, same old
This is how it starts
Tear my life apart
Maybe I'll be better
If I live to see the day
But I listen to the dark
No street lights, only cars
Pull my cold hands off this steering wheel
Before I drive off this lonely f*cking bridge
Don't try to save me
It's one hell of a maybe
Pull my cold hands off this steering wheel
Before I drive off this lonely f*cking bridge
Now this, this is not the end
It's not even the beginning of the end
But it is, perhaps
The end of the beginning
