Early mornings make me angry
And routine takes away the very essence of the day
But when reflection shows a need for the latter then it matters
I used to wakeup at eleven and I
Never did shit I'm thinking as I pen it that I
Could have used my time a little wiser
But it's too late I should have fucken opened my eyes up
You say you think that nothing matters
Well put your head back in your arse you fucking waste of skin
The fact you're here's a bonus
I think you'll find the onus
That he who tries is he who wins
I don't want to waste my time away