Swing the Wheels

When you wake up in the morning, thoughts fluttering
Noises across the dirty hall that sport splinters
Your bed stays flat and your mouth dry because
You yearn for the caffeine but don't drink coffee
Its six am and they are still in bed
No primary colors on a weekend
But the engines still rumble high above in the wet grey skies
Red lights are flashing to the music of the 21st century,
All you can think about is that one hit on the balcony,
Where they can't smell it's toxic scent
The comb needs to see a dentist and so do you and so do they
No point in even stretching, no pencil to push
Once the rain tip toes against the window
Its all the reason you need to lay deadly alive
But, somebody is making you stay awake
Cracking open your pupils with some odd state of mind
He swings his wheels around right on time
I guess you should swing your legs too.