I cannot fathom the point of shaking
The filthy sleep from my eyes
At the ungodly hour of 9 am
Just to walk around my apartment
Searching for coffee I can't afford.
(The early bird gets the worm, they say.)
(The early bird doesn't ******* get it.)
Scraping together old lotto tickets
Like a garbage picker on payday
Just to cash em' in quickly
For caffeine and crinkled newspaper
Things that make me feel like an adult.
(I've never been much of a saver.)
(Of money, lives or breath, really...)
I rise and shine
In the early PM
Blinds blocking the sunlight in fantastic fashion.
Blindly blocking out the reasons why
It's important to even wake up at all.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
I cannot fathom the point of shaking
The filthy sleep from my eyes
At the ungodly hour of 9 am
Just to walk around my apartment
Searching for coffee I can't afford.
(The early bird gets the worm, they say.)
(The early bird doesn't ******* get it.)
Scraping together old lotto tickets
Like a garbage picker on payday
Just to cash em' in quickly
For caffeine and crinkled newspaper
Things that make me feel like an adult.
(I've never been much of a saver.)
(Of money, lives or breath, really...)
I rise and shine
In the early PM
Blinds blocking the sunlight in fantastic fashion.
Blindly blocking out the reasons why
It's important to even wake up at all.
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