Less of the Same

Turn off that light

Pull on that door

Hand me your mouth

Tell me I’m yours

Tell me you’re mine

Tell me I’m fine

Dull out the ache in my domicile, stay a while

I don’t want much

Want to be clean

Want to be seen

Want to feel pain

Want to feel rage

Want to see change

I just want less

Less of the same

Cruisin’ Compilation