Sometimes I feel like time [bad word] out on me
As if my hands turn way too fast
My mind is one step ahead of me
And me I'm stuck in the past
And it's about time I pick myself up
And find a way out of this
The sand is pouring through the hourglass
To remind me of how precious time is

Cause all I ever do
Is dream, dream, dream
What am I supposed to do
All I ever do
That's how I make it [bad word] 
And everyday is a wish
For another day [bad word] I know it's wrong but it seems
That life has got me under it's thumd
And it's about time I pick myself up
It's a noble art, seizing the day
But why, why is it, why is it so hard
To let go, and break away
I pull the shades
I turn out the light
I go to sleep
And maybe tomorrow, when I wake up,
I'll go out, And I'll do everything just right