Not a Morning Person


He'd dance his way to the door
After starting his day with a smile
I, on the other hand, could be found on the floor
Three steps out of bed feels like miles

He never needed a quick cup of coffee
He showered in a minute or two
But if you were to keep me functioning
You'd have to hold my eyes open with glue

His nickname had always been "morning"
He'd be cooking his eggs around five
And I'd be lying in bed at ten-forty
Wondering if I'm dead or alive

It's this funny thing called "alarm"
That's just begging for you to hit snooze
They say the early bird gets the worm
And I'm honestly fine if I lose

When he pulls the covers right from me
And pushes me right out of bed
I'm losing all body heat and I'm mourning
For the prize of a long day ahead

My bare feet meet the cold floor
And the first tears of the day have begun
I need some solace, some comfort
Am I the only one?

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  1. HAHA, I felt like I was seeing a glimpse into your morning!

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