Rice cooker, daylight hookup
New diet, way less sugar
White sand, Japan, we're so out of touch, yeah
What's the macros of a night out?
Coffee on a flight out, red eye
Uh-oh, afraid I'm out of touch, out of line
It all just sounds the same to me
Things go the way that I expect them to
C'est la vie
Ooh-ooh, c'est la vie
Two sides of every story
Neither side is about me
Picking out reasons to hold out on you
The man you know is a thief
It all just sounds the same to me
Things go the way that I expect them to
C'est la vie
Ooh-ooh, c'est la vie
Pick apart the stitches on my shirt
Picturesque, kicking up dirt
I could sleep for hours in your bed while you work
Stepping outside in the kitchen, don't turn around
Table top birch, spewing out words and sounds
Coming out, coming out, coming out
It all just sounds the same to me
Things go the way that I expect them to
C'est la vie
Ooh-ooh, c'est la vie
