let me paint my morning for you
I'm alone, in my room
it's a stormy summer morning
And we are sitting around talking
today we're wondering what to do.
Depression sulks deep into the sheets
"why get up! you don't have plans"
and the alarm begins to buzz
Optimist whimpers "its still early, I can get up and get rolling" but no one is moving
Hopeless Romantic dreams "maybe the mail man will come through and ask me how I'm doing"
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
let me paint my morning for you
I'm alone, in my room
it's a stormy summer morning
And we are sitting around talking
today we're wondering what to do.
Depression sulks deep into the sheets
"why get up! you don't have plans"
and the alarm begins to buzz
Optimist whimpers "its still early, I can get up and get rolling" but no one is moving
Hopeless Romantic dreams "maybe the mail man will come through and ask me how I'm doing"
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