You're all so wrong, so wrong about me.
It's failure time and time again;
     failure to grasp at anything
     at all.
Time's got us hanging by our
  throats the whole while.
  There's nothing more
      important than
these endless days of repetition.
Time and time again, yeah,
there's nothing more important.
So afraid of letting go
to fall
  and fall
     and fall
and die.
We race around to places
we don't want to be to get
with people we don't want to meet.
At the end of the day
we all just sigh and wait
for sleep to drag us to
vast spaces of nothing
and everything.
Writing suicide notes to
wake up to,
we need no better excuse
than boredom.