Routine

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, 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 broken down far too many times

It is uncanny how our lives look just the same

Yet mine never seem 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'd rather do than all the things I have to do

This is the last time

The very last time