Five-twenty,
plenty of time to make my mind up or make some stories up and if I want to get up there's more time for that,

it's raining but that's no secret
you get up, you go out, you get wet.

think I'll lay here for a while longer and imagine that I'm the last person in the conga line and when it goes around twice then it might be time to rise.

Some Mondays are like this,

you're just about to kiss her in the wildest dream you ever but you never because the alarm went off.