Routine
Inside the band's still playing, they're slurring the chorus
Back on the street, hands are in his pockets
Followed from a distance, but not too close
Dark and residential
It's routine (huh hah huh)
Routine (hah huh ha huh)
It's routine (huh hah huh)
It's all intentional
Flaming matches in the mouths of
People dead-set on taking
What they think always
Belongs to them
The show's over now, they're stumbling upstairs
Basking in the glutton of a thousand young glares
They hold you above every consequence
They all looked up to you
It's routine (huh hah huh)
Routine (hah huh ha huh)
It's routine (huh hah huh)
It's all sensational
Dragging couches over concrete
People breathing in the
Fumes of forbidden places
All the time now