Uselessness.

It started and ended sooner then either of us could have ever imagined.
Like a shooting star, that you think you may have seen,
But really could have been your eyes playing tricks on you, or a satelite, or nothing.
We held our breath and dived into something that we both knew would end.
But we kept repeating "Not yet,
not today".
I took his hand and showed him the reasons I get out of bed in the morning.
And there were phone calls, and sunrises. There was plently of weed and the Catcher in the Rye.
Cigarette after cigarette, we lay on the grass in silence; if only to start today again tomorrow.
But there were no tears. There was no anger, no fear.
We just lied to ourselves and said, "It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay".

"It's just going to be alright."

:)