Door Matt A.M. (BC Jr.)

Wake up in the morning and got no place to go I have no purpose and I'm movin in slow mo The more you grow the less you glow Life 180 goes from friend to foe Disaster in my own mind mimics the world's unkind Who to listen to the blind leads the blind Seek you won't find so just whine I've been awake long enough so time to unwind My sweet angel don't you fly tonight Just seek comfort in the daylight Time for 2nd breakfast I need to feel good It'll hit the spot like some good food should I thought I could get motivated to chop wood But I always would chop wood good as I could Now I got the couch lock Just until I walk around the block And I might play with my keyboard and sword I'm bored and too sore to explore or even tour Just heard a knock on my door that made my rooster go