At 5 am I'm not ready to begin But there you are shooting from the covers like space matter Where is your catalyst? Assist me to find mine I want to find my drive Like yours which was once full force But now it drags and scrapes and catches on its course It slows me down and I can't catch your speed Because you're nearly 2 and I'm not I'm halting to a stop And you're just getting started. Maybe it's the sleep robbers ribbing me With a full night maybe I'll get my eyes back Be able to see That we're not so different That you're not so much quicker With enough sleep I can keep up Inspire, do a good job But for now, in the deep, I'm a slob.