Where were you this morning when I fell back to sleep?
The alarm had made it's morning call, I didn't hear a peep
So where were you this morning, as I slept on some more?
I needed you to poke me, or to push me on the floor
Waking in a panic doesn't help the day begin
And knowing that I would be late, would very soon kick in
So I just lay there and said a prayer, hoping god would rule
And help me with a good excuse, or else I'll feel a fool.
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