Repeat it again once more

I try not to repeat my self
I tend to repeat myself
It is the little things that are often the most consequential
I generally forget about the little things

I'm tired
It makes it hard to think
It's like hitting my head against a brick wall, a brick wall
A broken record, or an old record
The tiny imperfections, pop, snap and hisssssssss
It makes it hard to think
Over and over the same line, same line, same line same line sameline
I've heard this before
Next time I'll sing the same line

I try not to repeat my self