Same Old Rerun

[Instrumental] [Verse 1] Same intro rolling every night... Same weak glow from the TV light... Theme song playing, I know each cue... Like I’ve been living episode two... The couch still holds the shape I made... Remote in hand like yesterday... I wait for something new to start... But it’s the same old scripted part... [Pre-Chorus] Another season, another spin... Same old trouble dressed to fit in... Everybody’s chasing a brand-new run... I’m stuck rewatching what I’ve become... [Chorus] My life’s like a rerun, scene by scene... Same tired script on a broken screen... Episode after episode, I stay... In this same old rerun, same old day... I know the ending, know the line... Laugh track lands at the same old time... How do I switch what’s on display... And stop replaying yesterday?... [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Commercial breaks.. Coffee cold from another night.. I call your name like a canceled show.. But the signal cuts before it goes.. The walls all echo dialogue.. Words I buried in the fog.. I practice speeches to an empty chair.. Like maybe someone’s still there.. [Pre-Chorus] The static hums like it knows my fear.. That I’ll be trapped another year.. Watching everyone change their role.. While I’m still filling in the same old hole.. [Chorus] My life’s like a rerun, scene by scene.. Same tired script on a broken screen.. Episode after episode, I stay.. In this same old rerun, same old day.. I know the ending, know the line.. Laugh track lands at the same old time.. How do I switch what’s on display.. And stop replaying yesterday?.. [Bridge] What if I cut before the fade?.. Walk off set, let the credits break?.. What if the story doesn’t end.. Just because I leave the lens?.. What if I trade this familiar show.. For one I’ve never dared to know?.. Miss my mark, forget the page.. And still find something worth the stage?.. [Instrumental] [Breakdown] No audience left, no applause to hear.. Just me and the silence crystal clear.. And in that hush I finally see.. The script was never all of me.. [Final Chorus] My life was a rerun, frame by frame.. But I won’t answer to that name.. No more seasons stuck in place.. No more shadows in the same old space.. I’ll write a pilot of my own.. Build a world I’ve never known.. No laugh track, no rewind play.. I won’t relive another day.. [Outro] The screen goes dark, the room grows still.. For once, I choose what story will.. And when the sunrise cuts the blue.. It won’t be one I’ve lived right through.. No reruns left for me to chase—.. Just the first scene of a brand-new place... [Instrumental]..