Sogni di un adolescente

I hit snooze like it's my job. The morning's not my friend.

Sheets pull me under. Till the daylight we'll pretend. Mom's voice through

the door. Get up, you'll miss the bus. Roll my eyes

and whisper back. I'd rather sleep on trust. Oh, backpack in the

corner. Oh, books that won't behave. Oh,

fake a smile when I'm at school. I'm living in my cave.

But the clock hands crawl like molasses in my veins. Every tick's a

little louder. Every minute stings because I wanna sleep late. Chase the stars