The Same Old Routine

He has a silly habit.
He does it every day.
No matter that it is insane,
he does it anyway.

Yeah, habits can be like that.
They are so hard to quit.
Yes, even when you really know
there is no sense to it.

Hey, I don’t have bad habits.
You can’t put that on me.
Well, maybe I have one or two,
or maybe even three.

But I don’t call them habits.
No, not the way you mean.
And they’re not really bad at all,
they’re only my routine.

It’s all in your perspective.
And I will make mine clear.
My routine is the choice I make,
just like the clothes I wear.

And I can always change things,
just like I’d change a shirt.
Sure, I can mix things up a bit
and it would hardly hurt.

Wait, you don’t really mean that.
That I should do that now?
Just change the time I eat my lunch?
I can’t, no way, no how.

It’s just that it’s my custom.
It’s what I do each day.
It’s part of my routine, you know.
I’m used to things this way.

Just like this shirt I’m wearing.
I always wear this kind.
If I wore something not like this
it would mess up my mind.

Okay, they’re silly habits.
I guess I will agree.
But if I changed the things I do,
well, I would not be me.