Routine
JAMES E BROGAN, JASON BEEBOUT, SERGIE LOOBKOFF
Grinding your fingers down
The skin on your back wears thin
Dust clouds billow at your feet
You're gonna get lost
Unless you stop that head spin
Now I lay me down
Nothing tastes so sweet
Routine
I can take my time
I like pulling on my own strings
There's too much rushing around
You're leaving out something
Don't think, just blink
Nothing on my mind
I feel too good to say
