On Repeat (The Basement Version)

Those visions of gold are blinding you, they've been there since you were a kid
They make you think that things could have turned out so much better than they did
So you came to me with problems, some probable cause
Yeah, my mouth was speaking wisdom but I can't remember what it was

Don't ask, don't tell, we're all still feeling tired
One more cup of coffee to keep us wired
Just to be mired in the mud of our desire
To be clean, on repeat

Now the games are getting boring and my time is such a strain
Oh, can you feel the sense of burning too as it's peeling through my veins
And now my claims are at a low point, no ideas in my head
You might think you got the best of me, but I say you lost instead

And I said, don't ask, don't tell, we're all still feeling tired
One more cup of coffee to keep us wired
Just to be mired in the mud of our desire
To be clean, on repeat

This year is a slow burn
This year is a slow burn

(Let it roll)

Don't ask, don't tell, we're all still feeling tired
One more cup of coffee to keep us wired
Just to be mired in the mud of our desire
To be clean, on repeat