Daytime is clawing its way into the room
Let's go outside and breathe in the fresh Yorkshire air
Let's detoxify our boozed up brains
Three hungover bodies overlap each other across the bed
All their nausea and fatigue beautifully intertwined
Securely fastening each other's complete lack of drive for the day
What does carpe diem mean anyway?
Just some Latin **** innit
A dead language
It's 9:51am
And I'm sat in the corner
Wondering to myself why on earth do I do this
All the time
Is it fun
I'm sure it used to be
Or was I just boring back then