Hit the Snooze a Thousand Times

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(Verse 1)
The sunlight’s peeking through the blinds, oh no, it’s half-past ten,
I hit the snooze a thousand times, now I’m in trouble again.
Her coffee cup’s gone cold, her patience even more,
She’s pacing in the kitchen while I’m rushing out the door.

(Pre-Chorus)
She says, “Boy, you had one job, just one simple plan,
Be on time and show me you’re a grown-up man.”

(Chorus)
But I’m late again, I slept right through,
Now I’m making up excuses she don’t buy as true.
She’s got her arms crossed, tapping her boots,
Lord, I’m praying she don’t cut me loose.
I’m running out of chances, and she’s running out of grace,
Yeah, I’m late again, and now I’m losing face.

(Verse 2)
The clock’s been my worst enemy, my bed’s a trap I fall,
I should’ve heard her warnings, now she’s not pleased at all.
The truck won’t start, I forgot the gas,
And she’s there with her suitcase, saying, “This time’s your last.”

(Pre-Chorus)
She says, “I need a man who’s gonna pull his weight,
Not someone who’s always hitting ‘I’ll be there late.'”

(Chorus)
But I’m late again, I slept right through,
Now I’m making up excuses she don’t buy as true.
She’s got her arms crossed, tapping her boots,
Lord, I’m praying she don’t cut me loose.
I’m running out of chances, and she’s running out of grace,
Yeah, I’m late again, and now I’m losing face.

(Bridge)
I know I messed up, but I’ll change my ways,
Set five alarms, babe, whatever it takes.
‘Cause losing you is a price too high,
I’ll be on time, girl, just give me one more try.

(Final Chorus)
I won’t be late again, I swear it’s true,
I’ll be the man you can count on, through and through.
No more crossed arms or tapping boots,
I’ll prove my love, I won’t let you cut me loose.
This time I mean it, I’m turning a new page,
No, I won’t be late again, I’m breaking out of that cage.

(Outro)
She smiles and says, “We’ll see about that,”
But she’s still here, and I’ve got my second chance.

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