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