Mo[u]rning
Awaken mo[u]rning
I've read the stories
I've heard the warnings
It's boring
A drill is boring
The world is burning

It's believably incredible and memorably forgetable

It's getting late so early these days
Something turns inside me as I hear the turn of phrase
The words so sober, my composure fades
In the eyes of the beholder but the beauty floats away in outer space

It's getting late so early these days
Jimmy Carter tried to start a war against malaise
but in the promised land of jaded grace
It's sonic speed dishonesty that keeps us running happily in place

I hate to say that I agree
But sometimes there's just nothing to be done
It's magic, oh it's tragic, oh the irony
Sometimes there's just nothing to be done

It's getting late so early these days
The casual little casualties of nihilistic rage
There's still no telling if it's just a phase
Or children leading children leading children through and adolescent age

Another symptom goes unnoticed
Another synapse burns away
we're trying to catch our shadows while we float around the sun
Sometimes there's just nothing to be done
Sometimes there's just nothing to be done
Sometimes there's just nothing to be done

it's getting late so late so early these days
it's getting late so late so early these days
it's getting late so late so early these days