“Mornings”
Roll over in bed and look at the clock.
Dang it, I’m late! Yeah, again, not a shock.
Dang it, I’m late! Yeah, again, not a shock.
Didn’t sleep well last night. How many days is this now?
I’m too tired to think, but I’ve got to get up somehow.
I’m too tired to think, but I’ve got to get up somehow.
Try to get out of bed, tripping on homework as I go.
Of course, it’s not finished, but what else is new, you know?
Of course, it’s not finished, but what else is new, you know?
Get ready for the day, cursing the pain.
Can’t find my shoes; my apartment’s a shame.
Can’t find my shoes; my apartment’s a shame.
Hobble to the car, forgetting half of my stuff.
Off to another day with a brain full of fluff.
Off to another day with a brain full of fluff.
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