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Trimmed down rendition of "Mo(u)rning Routine." This a formal promise of something better next time. (:

Rip the door off its hinges
Let the wood rot and decay
Crave the cold wind - it's been ages
Crimson skies, it's night or it's day
.
Make some cracks in the hallway
Start digging through the holes in the floor
Doubts arise of the change
And I start to wonder if I should expect more
.
It's always the the same in the mornings
It's always, always too soon
But it's never the same in the mornings
You always, always throw stones
.
I'm up to date on the weather
Gripping my jacket's side folds
You can find an appropriate sweater
For the blistering 78 degree cold
.
But the bars' barely rusted
But I've barely got grips on paint of the wall
I guess I'm content as a shut-in
While the walls here are barely stripped and and are worn
.
It's always the the same in the mornings
It's always, always too soon
But it's never the same in the mornings
You always, always throw stones