More of the Same

[Verse 1]
Floating around in a vacuum of space
Everything here, it all looks the same
Like aisles and aisles of boxes and cans
Everything is just more of the same thing

I go to a friend of a friend's party
Everyone's well-dressed with a perfect body
And they all have alternative haircuts and straight white teeth
But all I see is just more of the same thing

[Chorus]
Whoa, just a little is more than I can recall
I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
I'm never gonna figure it out, no, I'm never gonna try again
If all it is is just more of the same thing

[Verse 2]
In the classroom, trying to believe in
The words on a page of a book that I'm reading
Spread out by a woman who became a teacher
'Cause she couldn't make ends meet from her writing career

[Chorus]
Whoa, just a little is more than I can recall
I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
I'm never gonna figure it out, no, I'm never gonna try again
If all it is is just more of the same thing

Just a little is more than I can recall
I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
I'm never gonna figure it out, no, I'm never gonna try again
If all it is is just more of the same thing
More of the same thing