Morning

Morning is when I don't get up late

Morning is when - the alarm I hate

Morning is when the dreams fall apart

Morning is when she's blind from the start

And it's early in day and it's late in the night

The water is waste and the spoon spins inside

The coffee tastes great when I cheered to the sun

With the cup there is smoke, with the smoke there is smell

With the smell I wake up, it's like a casting a spell

I cannot take back, what is once thrown

And sitting in haze and staring outside

In the shallow of days the shadows are bright