Thursday mornings are,
Harder to take at night,
There’s a book I’m trying to write,
For you,
I don’t know why,
I do these things I do,
This is a hill you can dig around,
Take it from me, white rabbit

My clock is ticking,
Two days behind yours,
No time to say hello, goodbye,
If I’m in trouble,
Then you are too,
What’s the point in even trying?
Take it from me it’s not worth it, white rabbit

I’m running so late

I wish we’d never met,
But still I feel you’re,
A part of me that I really like,
If and when I see you,
I’m going to lower my hat,
Although all I do is make you mad,
Take it from me, white rabbit
I’m sorry I’m so late, white rabbit