Decade Long Night

What's the point in a start when you can't find the end?
How you gonna break down when you're too tough to bend.
Making' plans over plans while the present runs fast.
Straight eye fuckin' the future from your seat in the past.
But tomorrow's the day, yeah next time your gon' rock it.
Always boasting 'bout change but there's more in my pocket.
Might look good from your stool, all the gin and the models.
'Cept the good times got bored, now you're talkin' to bottles.
So get back to that point at the start, best you find one.
'Cause the sun just came up an' your decade long night's done.
So drag your ass home, try and scrub your soul clean.
Drink a shit load of water 'cause the hangover's mean.
There's still doubt that you'll change, but there's hope that you'll feel.
At least a few of the things what might prove that you're real.