At the start the end's so easy to forget  When the closing comes it's far too quick  And the start sticks.  Our conscious is killing us  For what we haven't said  This nonsense is thrilling  'Cause we're all underfed.  The morning starts without  Us when our high hopes come back  Without a solution.    Here we are again  So eager to pretend  Our lonesome hearts  Dare us to tear them apart...    Let's break the glass that holds the wine  Look past utensil to feast on swine  Salivate at opportunity  And apprehend the useless.    Burn the candle at both ends to seek  Potential overlooked by pessimism   Locked away by realism   Spend too much time waiting for the glass to fill  Priceless is the reaction of letting glass spill  Reaching the brim of every pointless goal  Without looking further or even looking into...    So hard to change them when  They can't stop holding like they always do.  Those with us.