كلمات Routine

Within this illusion that someday we will be okay We hope for a new day A newborn, a new routine It's like trying to fix you by breaking your heart in two Becoming a robot, becoming a new machine We get used to drinking coffee fast Watching the billboards blocking the sunset We get used to waiting and waiting And in the end she says? tonight? I can? t go? Why to choose happiness if depression is also an option? You can build a heart using engines and batteries But this thing will still be a lifeless and cold machine A tastless mouth with softless skin in a soulless body Becoming you, becoming me to finally nobody We get used to drinking coffee fast Watching the billboards blocking the sunset We get used to waiting and waiting And in the end she says? tonight? I can? t go? Why to choose happiness if depression is also an option?