I see the day break through the shutters as I'm turning my head, with jam on my face and none on the bread, but it's all fine and dandy the daybreak's quite handy for a night owl like me.

Every epiphany appears to bring something that tears me apart, everything that will start has a purpose and I put my heart in it only to fall foul of it and in the end all I do is scowl at it.

I learn as I fall or I don't learn at all, in the school of hard knocks you can go with the flow or fight and I know which one I do.

Tomorrow as I look through the shutter I'll use butter instead of the jam or I may try tomatoes because I'm that kind of man and
I am nothing if not what I've got on my toast and yet I am the most I can hope for.