It's early and a bit too noisy I haven't opened my eyes yet I hear the early bird in hunt of a worm Maybe I too should get out of bed
Still laying here, I complain, about laying here Criticism is nothing I like to hear Then there's this other sound A neighbor starting up his John deere
moving forward, I pretend I'm dreaming With so much motivation I still slumber To ignore my thoughts I think less Slowly, I count number by number
Not long after I begin to think To be or not to be at my bathroom sink? Where I wash my face Then brush my teeth
Hangovers are the worst I disapprove of them in every way I drink because I hate my job, but Last night was because I knew today was the day before monday.