Lack of Luster


The sun don't shine, 

and nothings getting better,

I'll continue to whine

a sore loser forever.


We sit and watch the clock

as the second hand runs by, 

time is like a cruel dictator.

We sit and watch the clock

as the second hand runs by, 

what we don't get done now

we'll get done later.


We're out of time, we're out of time

and I'm hanging on for dear life. 

Please send a sign, please send a sign

cause I'm hanging on for dear life. 


The sun don't shine, 

and nothings getting better,

I'll continue to whine

a poor sport forever.