Day Break, gotta crack some eggs
The morning leaves me in mixed clothes , half on before i'm off to serve breakfast
Most my life i've been served , it makes a change to be the server - my hands bear lines now that show i've worked a little - these i consider my greatest pride along with the callouses that appear with guitar strums ,
movement out of A minor

I smoke before i start the shift making coffee and being a pretty face to serve cake
sometimes the day gifts me with a conversation of plenty and even if not , i learn a little more
a little less ignorant to the daily unknowns

By 5 i'm ready to get out of there and hit the sack  but then it's the evening track
i don't mind this one so , i like the noises

I must create a little a day , even when my droopy eyes threaten to close on their own
there will always be someeee