Sometimes it’s 5 in the morning
And then it’s not worth trying to go back to sleep So i enjoy the quiet noises Like the low hum of the fridge And the sound of people going to work too early Sometimes it’s 5 in the morning And I’m the one going to work too early On the sliding scale of obnoxious times to wake up 5am is a medium Sometimes it’s 5 in the morning and I’m already at work And my eyes feel gummy behind my eyelids And my throat feels crispy And my skin is too tight And someone secretly kneed me in my lungs during my “sleep”
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