Routine

I'm lying to myself when I say I'm over my act of postponing
I tried to straight myself out and from time to time
I managed to trick, trick my mind and choose improvements
Oh, pretty moments when it's happening so fast
It's closing in with high speed
I'll make it

My head has broke down far too many times
It is uncanny how our lives look just the same
Yet I never seem to point the way that I want to
Oh, the morning's a brand new start
And the daytime is just right
But there's always something
Always things I'd rather do than all the things I have to do

This is the last time
The very last time