I'm lying to myself when i say
i'm over my act of postponing
I try to straight myself out and from time to time
i manage to trick my mind it shows improvement.
Oh, pretty moments, when it's happening so fast
It's closing in with high speed.
I'll make it.
My head has broke down
far too many times.
It is uncanny how our lives
look just the same
yet mine never seam to
point the way that i want to.
All the mornings are brand new starts
In the day time it's just right.
But there's always something,
always things i rather do
than all the things i have to do.
This is the last time
The very last time