Just this time yesterday
It was an hour earlier.
In here it's warm.
Warm, dark and quiet
Like a bedroom should be.
Only it's not a bedroom
And I'm not in bed,
And for some reason, I'm a little sad.
Tomorrow is on its way,
And I hope I have what it takes.
I'm adjusting to being tired,
But being lonely is tougher.
And I just ran out of cigarettes,
But there's a fresh pot of coffee.
Sun's coming up - faint, but I can see it.
So Happy Easter.
Happy Just Another Day.
Think I might just go to sleep.
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