A broken lamp won't shed light on this to do, on this poor penmanship.
Still can't seem to purge our parents' lines or avoid plagiarizing - not one thought original will come.
So let's go out and imagine a night without alarm clocks set, and pretend we can sleep till our bodies care to wake, and when we do we won't ever forget to sidestep apathy.
And struggle for everyone's sake while giving our friends the room they need to break.
We'll raise a glass to romance and celebrate and refuse to uninvolve hope and resolve.