one straight month of only sundays   the doldrums couldn't be this still   we're so dependent on the weather   and february feels like june   it always rains here      i'm content to sit here all night   and no, the world's not passing by   there's too much emphasis on acting   when reflection works just fine   you're proof conviction keeps some grounded   but i know better   there's no bright shades   in a dark room without a view   or so we're finding out      it's all pointless   when you're bent on disappointment   the last year's been a real mess   half circumstance, half laziness