At the start the end's so easy to forget<br />
When the closing comes it's far too quick<br />
And the start sticks.<br />
Our conscious is killing us<br />
For what we haven't said<br />
This nonsense is thrilling<br />
'Cause we're all underfed.<br />
The morning starts without<br />
Us when our high hopes come back<br />
Without a solution.<br />
<br />
Here we are again<br />
So eager to pretend<br />
Our lonesome hearts<br />
Dare us to tear them apart...<br />
<br />
Let's break the glass that holds the wine<br />
Look past utensil to feast on swine<br />
Salivate at opportunity<br />
And apprehend the useless.<br />
<br />
Burn the candle at both ends to seek<br />
Potential overlooked by pessimism <br />
Locked away by realism <br />
Spend too much time waiting for the glass to fill<br />
Priceless is the reaction of letting glass spill<br />
Reaching the brim of every pointless goal<br />
Without looking further or even looking into...<br />
<br />
So hard to change them when<br />
They can't stop holding like they always do.<br />
Those with us.