Let the day roll in.nLet the day roll out.nLet the robot transport me from Clayton to my house.nnLet the shit roll in.nLet the shit roll out.nBecause I'm goddamned bound to stick it out with my survival pals.nnLet the shit crash down.nLet the shit crash down.nLet the servers giggle, holler and ignore the sound.nAnd at 2 AM I'll be closing up alone.nnToday I played my first show in like twenty-seven daysnOr got my ass kicked in like twenty-seven ways.nAnd no matter which way it goes at the end of the day I gotta change my clothes.nMaybe it's mundane when I explain it to you but I just need something to do.nnOr else I'll just think about the shows I've played while forgetting all traces of the people, the places, the music, the faces, when we could talk in present tense without being complacent and when we could be more honest without being fucking wasted.nMan, shit, I let the shit roll in.nAnd at 2 AM I'll always be alone inside an empty home.nnDo you think I wanna be this way?nDo you think I wanna be this way?nHey! Don't you know that I've had better days?nBut we've all had worse and we've all felt hurt sonMaybe it's mundane when I explain it to you but I just need something to do to get the past out of my head.nAnd stop replaying shit I've said.nPut my head right down, scrub hard and I will get through this night...nn(leave the pit giving pizza to the homeless, show up late at the bar the drunks are talking about politics (i'm not really digging the idea of driving 15 hours at 8 am) step in the shower, the water cascades down my head like the dirt on the hood of a six year old van)nn... and go to sleep.