At 2am I tell a lie Tomorrow is the day I rise Awake before the sun steals my thunder But in the darkness of the dawn I choose to keep the covers on The overwhelming peace of sleep wins out Panic and shame at 2pm “You’re pathetic” repeats again But tomorrow’s hope lives deep in my bones

Crimson dawn breaks and birds take flight, Hues of amber now fill the sight, The world comes to life as shadows retreat. Blue paints the skies with midday’s breeze, Scent of flowers puts hearts at ease. Afternoon whispers, promises to keep. Moon's silver arc in velvet skies, Nighttime's hush sings a lullaby, Stars twinkle as the world falls asleep.

The waking hours, the sky so blue Eyes on the clock, I wait for you Time is passing rather quickly The sun has reached it’s mark A lovely walk around the park Time is passing rather quickly We’ve made it to the night, It’s the part when stars ignite, And time is passing rather quickly

Struggling to open my eyes Trying to put on a disguise To make me seem like a morning person As the heat of the day recedes Work ends, and I tend to my needs For comfort, relaxation, and laughter After dark, my brain comes alive Words leap from my fingers and thrive Seeming like the best I've ever written

I stir and rise to face the dawn Rub my face and stifle a yawn Mornings are difficult, but important I sit and sigh when work is through And think through chores that I must do But find some time for fun in afternoons I wash my body and my teeth And in my bed I find some peace At night, my dreams are full of memories

The weight of sleeplessness keeps me. It holds me under, though I plea for it to let me see the light of day. The light of day assaults my eyes; it mocks me from its holy highs, and I cannot wait for the peace of night. The peace of night finds me nervous; quiet does me a disservice. I’m afraid of the weight of sleep.

She’s got me counting my blessings Giving up on my obsessing The things we men do for love, love love love I begin each day just like this By noon I still feel the same bliss The things we men do for love, love love love However come night time it’s over The days stress has left me sober And she refills all my love, love love love.

My heart has been nothing but a luxury hotel, But that is over now. I’ve filled all the space it has, There are no vacancies, it doesn’t matter how. Those lucky enough to have a room Can stay indefinitely. But those who got here way too late Just won’t get much from me. Every time someone checks out, I guess I could turn over the room for the next guest, Let somebody new in, But it isn’t worth the mess. I’ll never love or trust again, I know that may sound sad, But for me it is a huge relief, Because love is just a lame fad meant to make me feel bad.

Ecstasy shared between two souls This mounting passion bound to grow A love to be made and for none to know

Not at my best in the morning When my dreams are still running But it’s time to get up and go to work Afternoons, sleep again is back I try but I really can’t keep track Of my tasks nor what I still have to do Nights, when I should go to sleep But I’m wide awake, thoughts deep Wondering about the meaning of life.