Hit The Brakes

She's waking up,the mirror saysthat her hairsgetting far too long.A coffee cup,to start the day,better make sureit's good and strong.To get her through.Got things to do.And now that the clock says eight,can't be late,so hit the brakes.Lost all your friendsthey'd had enough,couldn't watchwhile you killed yourself.And you pretendyou gave them up,for a lifetime of cars and wealthMisunderstood.Don't feel so good.Another the clock says eight,can't be lateso hit the brakes.I said hit the brakes.