It's Sunday evening all over again
This happened a week ago when will it end?
This textbook offers no help
My notes only work for themselves
And I feel it come on
Losing track of time as darkness prolongs
The work seems to grow and now it all feels wrong
All in the name of a paper
A day where we all get to brag
A pat on the back
Slow down
Take your time
There's no finish line
Slow down
Take your time
There's no finish line
Realizing too late
There's things I could do
I asked you what you thought of
My dumb plan for you
You brushed it off
Gently pushed me out my box
Let me know there's
More to this
So don't be scared
To get it wrong.
Now you're gone
Slow down
Take your time
There's no finish line
Slow down
Take your time
There's no finish line