We fall upon our quiet paths.
Our quiet lives are ever too loud.
We think and we think about how we'll never change,
and how it just sits on our dresser.

I will admit that what I was taught was ever so tempting.
As much as I like patterns, there are other equations.

We travel through our day to day,
wearing nothing but our solemn faces.
Everybody's jealous of anybody,
But the truth is everyone's the same as anyone and everyone.

the ups and downs… the ins and outs…
and so on and so fourth…
the ups and downs… the ins and outs…
that last forever…
the ups and downs… the ins and outs…

There is no such thing as change.