Every day A little more of the same Raised on a routine With little to no flame Love yourself more Than you did yesterday Signal to shore We're self-quarantined and highly unlikely Little birdy told me simmer it down You're failing the family tree Not a one to want to wear it all it out But who are you aching to be? The mind set The reflex coming down Burn the boats, we're living here all the time Burn the boats, we're living here all the time