Right here on this schedule it says another cudgel is to fall upon my weak and battered heart
But like a hammer to a nail, this day will surely fail, to lift my spirits at all
Right here on this calendar it says that I must now endure a few more rounds of only lonely nights
But if a round thing has no corner, no beginning or end, I’ll just get up and turn off my own light
My itinerary tells me that I’ve got many things to distract from the cold collapse of night
The shyness of alarms charmed the pants off waking up interrupting my getting out of bed
But like the last drink of the night, I’ll swallow dying light and my eyes will dull like minds of the undead
But if I got my wish I’d be not a person but a dish and my subtle taste would put pop tarts to shame
My itinerary tells me that I’ve got many things to distract from the cold collapse of night
My itinerary tells me that I’ve got many things to distract from the cold collapse of
Nighttime’s better than you’d imagined for planning future trips, beauty pageants
And pagination helps organize days, months, moments of future life
Follow the order of operations, future’s coming please have some patience