Time on my phone shows eleven thirty-four   When I open up my eyes today   Don't really feel like waking up from bed   To go to school or studio   Grabbing a "Vogue" from the floor   Turn it's pages   Think it's such a waste of quality paper     [chorus:]  Why does it still snow in the spring   Why don't you like the songs that I sing   Why can't I get any satisfaction   Out of the things that should bring me happiness     Still lie in bed, it's already dark outside   Eating up a pack of chips   Switch on TV and listen to CDs   Rejecting all the phone calls   It's getting late and I'm still only chilling   Clock shows it's midnight so I fall asleep     [chorus]