Time on my phone shows eleven thirty-four

When I open up my eyes today

Don't really feel like waking up from bed

To go to school or studio

Grabbing a "Vogue" from the floor

Turn it's pages

Think it's such a waste of quality paper

Why does it still snow in the spring

Why don't you like the songs that I sing

Why can't I get any satisfaction

Out of the things that should bring me happiness

Still lie in bed, it's already dark outside

Eating up a pack of chips

Switch on TV and listen to CDs

Rejecting all the phone calls

It's getting late and I'm still only chilling

Clock shows it's midnight so I fall asleep