Lyrics

Make it easy for me to automate
The scurrying of all people; I can't relate
The second nature always comes so well
A pattern took my place despite what I could tell
Crests and Troughs, ups and downs

Another work in progress, humdrum critique
I'm using all my patience, but I'm never quite there
Suburbanized lockdown, money controls
And the loop is broken, loop is broken
Breaking it down by my own hands
From stress and anxiety, stress and anxiety
From doing nothing at all.