We're on speaking terms I know them by name
 I've got one on either of my shoulders
 I don't know which one to blame


 Same good book sitting on the night stand
 It's always open to the same page
 I don't read it very much anymore
 But I feel guilty just the same


 You can move the room around
 But the furniture won't change your life
 It won't change your life
 You can change the color of your hair
 And get tattoos everywhere
 Might not change your life
 Then again it might


 Same channel playing on the TV
 Same movie playing every night
 It's about some one time famous someone somewhere
 Same seven pictures hanging on the wall
 They've got nothing new to say
 And the bed still goes unmade
 Just like yesterday