The Same Old Things

Its the same old things that get me every time,
Get me every time, take me by surprise.
The same old things that get me every time,
They trip me up, they mesmerize.
Oh yeah, we crawl, we talk, we sing along,
Then we forget the meaning,
And then a spell, a sound, we turn around,
We're back at the beginning, oh.
I can't be sure, but haven't we been,
Here before?
Its the same old things that get me every time,
Get me every time, take me by surprise.
The same old things that get me every time,
They trip me up, they mesmerize.
Oh yeah, we crash, we fall, we mess it up,
We swear we've learned our lesson,
Then history repeats and shifts the beat,
So we can't hear the changes, oh.
I know it so well, but it still hurts like hell,
Its the same old things that get me every time,
Get me every time, take me by surprise.
The same old things that get me every time,
They trip me up, they mesmerize.
The science doesn't bother me,
It pulls me in its gravity,
And I can always lift my feet,
But I forget sometimes.
Its the same old things that get me every time,
Get me every time, take me by surprise.
The same old things that get me every time,
They trip me up, they mesmerize.
Its the same old things that get me every time,
Get me every time, take me by surprise.
The same old things that get me every time,
They trip me up, they mesmerize.
Its the same old things, oh oh oh oh.
Oh, oh oh oh oh.
Oh [oh] oh oh oh oh.