Waking up, pouring apple juice
(Oh)
(Ha ha ha)
(Right now it's 7:38, it’s 70 degrees outside)
Tripping over the same mistakes
I'm getting older by the second, each day
The lines are clearer all over my face
It's all bundled up, can’t think what to say
A cup of coffee doesn't cut it, well it's just no use
I need my something that could get me through this Sunday news
Waking up, pouring apple juice
Sickly sweet, putting me in the mood
Far too early to think about fruit
Waking up, pouring apple juice
(Oh)
(Ha ha ha)
Combing my hair, can't get it how I want
Can't brush my teeth because the toothpaste's all gone
Look in the mirror, think about my mistakes
But I'm still breathing and today's a new day
Another sofa, just a place I like to rest my head
Got used to hitting snooze and crusty eyes and feeling dead
Waking up, pouring apple juice
Sickly sweet, getting me in the mood
Far too early to think about fruit
Waking up, pouring apple juice
