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.