I woke up this morning, the clock ticking, the birds singing, the sun shone through the window shades
I thought to myself, as I felt free, like my breath singing, you were not here to wake up with me
To complain about the neighbors, to complain at me, to bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
So I won't watch the smoke, this to be alone, freedom and feel insane, laying back with my to be just me
Nice, sweet, home alone, at last, as I write this song
I woke up this morning, the clock ticking, the birds singing, the sun shone through the window shades
I thought to myself, as I felt free, like my breath singing, you were not here to wake up with me
To complain about the neighbors, to complain at me, to bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
To bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I was a real one
To bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
So why should I smoke this to be alone, freedom and feel insane, laying back with my to be just me
Nice, sweet, home alone, at last, as I write this song
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I woke up this morning, the clock ticking, the birds singing, the sun shone through the window shades
I thought to myself, as I felt free, like my breath singing, you were not here to wake up with me
To complain about the neighbors, to complain at me, to bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
So I won't watch the smoke, this to be alone, freedom and feel insane, laying back with my to be just me
Nice, sweet, home alone, at last, as I write this song
I woke up this morning, the clock ticking, the birds singing, the sun shone through the window shades
I thought to myself, as I felt free, like my breath singing, you were not here to wake up with me
To complain about the neighbors, to complain at me, to bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
To bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I was a real one
To bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
So why should I smoke this to be alone, freedom and feel insane, laying back with my to be just me
Nice, sweet, home alone, at last, as I write this song
I thought to myself, as I felt free, like my breath singing, you were not here to wake up with me
To complain about the neighbors, to complain at me, to bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
So I won't watch the smoke, this to be alone, freedom and feel insane, laying back with my to be just me
Nice, sweet, home alone, at last, as I write this song
I woke up this morning, the clock ticking, the birds singing, the sun shone through the window shades
I thought to myself, as I felt free, like my breath singing, you were not here to wake up with me
To complain about the neighbors, to complain at me, to bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
To bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I was a real one
To bitch at me, to tell me what to do with my life
I was me again, I was a real one, I realized you were not here to gripe and complain
So why should I smoke this to be alone, freedom and feel insane, laying back with my to be just me
Nice, sweet, home alone, at last, as I write this song
Writer: Vicki Trusselli
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