I awake with the best of intentions,
I'm going to leap out of bed!
Then the cold light of day splinters my eyes,
I return to my slumber instead.
I rise once more at noon time,
Filled with self loathing and hate,
I've wasted another morning again,
Why do I love sleeping so late?
It's true that I am renowned for,
Not getting to bed until three,
Stuck in this cycle of tiredness,
Oh, how do I set myself free?
When dreaming is better than real life,
And you've got naught to fill your day,
What can you do but snuggle down deep,
And snooze all your worries away?
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