It's 2:30 AM,
and I'm sitting at this **** table again,

Searching for a reason,
reason for the changing of the seasons,
along with the changing of the wind,
it blows in every direction,
searching for the time of day,

But who really cares anyway?

We're just wasting away with every passing phase,
Ticking away at the moments of the ever so dull day,

Someone, please, take me away!