Next Year

The loop starts at a morning epiphany

Give the day a reason to be

Twelve hours feels like twenty four

I won't skip out for anything

And I didn't start to feel it unravel 'til the knot around my finger was gone

I'll try again next year

I'll say it

I'll say it when I'm pushing on

I'll say it when I'm far behind

It goes on while your summer never ends

The loop, it ends

With an evening plan of action

Caught up and let down once again

Twelve hours feels like itself

And I'll catch up next week I hope

And I can feel the frays of the tangle and I can't wait to tie it back

I'll try again next year

I'll say it

I'll say it when I'm pushing on

I'll say it when I'm far behind

It goes on like the years will never end

I'm back at the end and it feels like a start

12 hours feel like maybe four

It's a loop that starts in the morning

A loop that's not getting any longer

I'll try again next year

I'll say it

I'll say it when I'm pushing on

I'll say it when I'm far behind

There's no choice, the years will have to end

There's no choice, the years will have to end

There's no choice, the years will have to end