one straight month of only sundays
the doldrums couldn't be this still
we're so dependent on the weather
and february feels like june
it always rains here
i'm content to sit here all night
and no, the world's not passing by
there's too much emphasis on acting
when reflection works just fine
you're proof conviction keeps some grounded
but i know better
there's no bright shades
in a dark room without a view
or so we're finding out
it's all pointless
when you're bent on disappointment
the last year's been a real mess
half circumstance, half laziness