Time on my phone shows eleven thirty-four
When I open up my eyes today
Don`t really feel like waking up from bed
To go to school or studio
Grabbing a `Vogue` from the floor
Turn it`s pages
Think it`s such a waste of quality paper
(chorus:) Why does it still snow in the spring
Why don`t you like the songs that I sing
Why can`t I get any satisfaction
Out of the things that should bring me happiness
Still lie in bed, it`s already dark outside
Eating up a pack of chips
Switch on TV and listen to CDs
Rejecting all the phone calls
It`s getting late and I`m still only chilling
Clock shows it`s midnight so I fall asleep