What's the sense in getting out of bed just to repeat the same routines again. My life's so common and cliché, work a dull job for duller pay. Sheets of my bed seem to reflect my overwhelming discontent. The corners slip off the edge. The loose sheet wraps around my head. Wake up to notice it's displaced. Frustrating feeling I embrace. The fact that something so small even bothers me at all. Tells me I just need a sleep that's as long as it is deep. So just let me lay here

Just let me lay here- don't wake me up don't wake me up. Just let me lay here- I've had enough I've had enough

Sometimes some sleep is all you need