One o’clock in the afternoon, it’s too early for this ****.
Too ****** up to even move out of bed.
This little light of mine needs to dim a little more.
Black out so I can see the stars again.
It’s really not all that bad, unless you’re afraid of the dark.
The world is so different when the Sun goes out.
Shift the gears to manual, hitting 80 on the highway.
I don’t want this feeling to ever stop.

But of course where there’s night, the day is chasing after it.
Trade this time in my life for the bright smile I’ve learned to fake.
Burn my eyes to the role that I was long assigned to play.
I should switch to the night shift.
Then I’d never have to change.