Morning

I’m flicking through the boredom now As if it’s going to sort it out Another sun flew by this room I swear I should have wondered out A day I could’ve gone without On the edge of my bloom I guess I never though it out I’m doubting ever calling out Another day another tune I know that I’ve got friends about I’m sticking to my senses now But I don’t have any other excuse Morning (Morning, evening) I just waste the day away And it’s Sunday (morning) In the (evening) Just keep making the same mistake I got it off my chest and back Wading through less than that Silent when the stress was sapped The towers and the view Head gone but your lips were cracked Settled for the rest of it But wasn’t sure of the obvious That was coming soon Morning (Morning, evening) I just waste the day away And it’s Sunday (morning) In the (evening) Just keep making the same mistake I should probably get my ass up Ego filling my glass up Watching Martin reruns and some MTV Mashup I’m bad luck to my own damn self Probably need some goddamn help But I’m too lazy to ask Too much energy spent fighting my past So that’s why you wear the mask she asks, she’s curious Umbrella Academy first grad, I’m furious At the man in the mirror Who have I become? Loathing in self-doubt and getting high off of feeling inferior I still want the black BM with the red leather interior But at this rate I can barely stand Scratched off my barcode man, I can barely scan How do I get out of the matrix? I’m a product of Reagan All these mistakes are on purpose And the self-sabotaging is blatant I deserve an Oscar for all this acting and faking For the real I can see them ready and waiting But it’s Sunday and I’m tired (Morning, evening) But I just waste the day away And it’s Sunday (morning) In the (evening) Just keep making the same mistake (Morning) Morning (evening) I just waste the day away And it’s Sunday (morning) In the (evening) Just keep making the same mistake