Tomorrow will be different I predictably once again mutter
Wake up feeling brand new and rid my life of all the clutter
Familiar friend snooze shows up again and closes the shutter
Each vibrant night so filled with life then awaken in the gutter

Lunchtime sleeps in again just woke to a say good afternoon
Sneaky evening sweeps in again, happy hour came too soon
Priorities drank to a crooked ***** now found a mate to spoon
Tomorrow's excuses are tonight's mistakes, I blame the full moon

What better day then tomorrow I say, to start to stop to procrastinate
Appropriately bleak is the morning when the sleep I seek is tasty bait
A vicious deprived morning guy curses the night guy"s life with hate
He replies to his morning eyes, sleep when we"re dead, but it's too late

A veil blankets the city with tranquility as the hours seep rapidly into the deep night
Each passing minute jealous of the last for being too fast and now it's all about spite
If sleep was just wrong, then you could write a song, about finally wanting to be right
Reminded again, right on time as I'm finally tired at the first sight of the morning light