Out the door, I've got only minutes. Pushing my luck, but i'm back to the beginning. Such a shame I already woke thinking. Said I would, but I didn't do it.

The hours are long, but my focus remains strong.

Discard on a whim, Judged by a friend. Futility.

Its cold and you won't speak to me. Its out of hand when you go and you're off. ... doesn't help. but it doesn't matter anyway. Its fine with me, if its ok with you.

You know what it isn't, but tell me what it is. Futility.

You think you're happy now, but then you look again. Futility.