Same Old Routine - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

So I close the blinds and turn my head to see

Not a single thing, that wasn’t meant for you and me

Realising too late, that was our final sleep

Apart from the whisky, and a bag of weed

I’m gonna stick

With the same old routine, oh oh

Waking with my arms wrapped round the scent of you

Ask myself the question, how did you sleep? No good

Don’t need to consider what’s on the dinner menu

Apart from the fact, this house I just cannot leave

I’m gonna stick

With the same old routine, oh oh. The same old routine, yeah

Well half the dinner’s getting cold and making up a bed for two is getting old

God I’m getting old

The same old routine, the same old routine

Just gimme the same old routine