Bitter Pill

Well begun is half-done

But I can't get started.

No need to dwell in the detail.

Faith comes in moments,

Vice is a habit.

The devil's in the grand design -

Too big to fail.

I bit the bullet it's a bitter pill,

Swallowed my goodwill.

Spoonful of sugar and the kilojoules.

Height and weight,

Ten thousand steps a day.

And four litres of water,

I keep a glass by my bed every morning.

And though I can't sit still,

To bite the bullet is a bitter pill.

A month to break a habit,

Another til it becomes automatic.

Ten thousand hours to master.

I want my ten thousand hours.

I kicked the bucket it was full of shit,

Enough to cover my body in.

Spent my whole life saving up for it

I bit the bullet it's a bitter pill,

Dead-weight in a living hell.

It's the spoonful of sugar that's lethal.

I kicked the bucket it was full of shit,

Enough to cover my body in.

Waited the whole day, bronzed up, for this.