Sleeping in, just to keep the daylight from seeping in,
Knowing with soft smiles,
We never really would be perfect,
Not as a combatting human race,
I'm sleeping in, and the daylight creeps in,
Rolling over with tired groans,
Cause the world could never be much more than a divergent disgrace,
And I don't do much other than sleep in, wondering why contradiction always sit here,
So far in my chest it's sunk in.
It's stuck in my chest, as I sleep in,
Desperate to as I try finally to let light in, for now is daylight,
And I must let it in.