finals week, take two

The end of the semester is the time for procrastination.
We're counting down the hours and the minutes 'til they're due,
but finishing these papers waits on flashes of inspiration.

Compared to the delays at midterms, there's a clear relation:
No one's got the drive to see a single paper through.
The end of the semester is the time for procrastination.

As turn-in time approaches, we're awash in perspiration.
We frantically flip through pages, looking for something new,
but finishing these papers waits on flashes of inspiration.

The ticking of the clock is a time bomb aggravation.
As time drags on, it's inevitable that we get more blue.
The end of the semester is the time for procrastination.

The end approaches-- every word we type's a fabrication.
We finish one thing, then pick up the next that's in the queue,
and all these papers wait on one more flash of inspiration.

Finally, we type the final words of our dissertation.
There's not even time to look it over in review.
The end of the semester is the time for procrastination,
and papers finished on desperate flashes of inspiration.