Every Day Is the Same

I'm gonna go and greet the morning, like I always do.

Make some coffee, scroll my phone a while, and pretend the sky is blue.

I think I used to feel excited, or maybe I dreamed that part.

Now I'm just really good at smiling while I keep the quiet in

my heart. Can't recall how this all started, but I know the ending well.

So I hum a little tune to myself and keep the secrets I won't

tell. Every day is exactly the same, but I guess that's not so

bad. No highs to make me dizzy, no lows to make me sad.