Same Show

I'm sitting in the sun
Singing under a tree in Oregon
I'm letting the breeze flow underneath my armpits
I can never sit still, not for a god, not when it's good for me
It's strange to be so sad and know still that you are lucky

I'm writing it all down when I can find the energy
I'm wondering if they tell other people what they think of me
Maybe there's a consensus,
Who is she to be so defenseless?
Who is she to find it so unexpected
That its harder than she projected

It's washing over me
But how can I complain
Somebody like me, who has everything
It seems a shame, even I should be in pain

I'm getting so bored
Of the way i speak, the things i talk about
I'm stuck in the same show
A part i've played 100 times now
When I go back to la
I'm gonna show them how they're missing out
Sick of feeling sorry for myself
Sick of letting it design my doubts

It's washing over me
But how can I complain
Somebody like me, who has everything
It seems a shame, even I should be in pain

I'm stuck in the same show
It's played 100 times now