Nothing Ever Happens

This isn't a zombie apocalypse
Everyone's just half-asleep
Who would've guessed that it's not too exciting
Repeating all of last week?
The papers don't change
There's a high chance of rain
And there's never much to do
Except sit back, relax
Open wide and be spoon-fed
Lies from the morning news
Nothing ever happens
And the train lights lead to no where
And I'm worried that numbers on a white sheet of paper
Will never get me out of here



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Michael Booth, Edward Geoffrey Thomas Sharp
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