[ Featuring Master ]
It's a typical day
Dull and dreary, boring
In every way
I wish I were in bed, snoring
I can't resolve the things you said
But I've got a picture of you in my head
Coming back to you
It's unavoidable
Coming back to you
It's inevitable
All roads lead to the same place
And I wish I knew
How to clear my mind of your face
Back to you
In your typical way
You've got me so entirely
Under your sway
You're so god-damned wiley
And I can't resolve the things you said
But I still have that picture of you in my head
