Oh no, it's falling all to pieces. The floor's dropped out from beneath us.
cure me of my procrastination
where can I find my work ethic? just two hundred pages away, I think.
but when I talk under my breath like this, I can't even expect myself to listen.
and I know my willpower isnt speaking through the pillows
but they beckon me closer, to rest my head and to listen; "hold your ear close, I've got the answer"
you can't drink water from your open hand,
you've got to cup your fingers and hope for the best.
my conscience whispers back "are you to be a fool again?"
Well I guess if I've been foolish, it will happen again.
I am not very proud of myself right now.
but I'm going to sleep anyway
where can I find my work ethic? just two hundred pages away, I think.
but when I talk under my breath like this, I can't even expect myself to listen.
and I know my willpower isnt speaking through the pillows
but they beckon me closer, to rest my head and to listen; "hold your ear close, I've got the answer"
you can't drink water from your open hand,
you've got to cup your fingers and hope for the best.
my conscience whispers back "are you to be a fool again?"
Well I guess if I've been foolish, it will happen again.
I am not very proud of myself right now.
but I'm going to sleep anyway