Mornings like holidays Wake up late and think I'm safe At last All the letters are unopened Keep the lights on in the corners I get scared when I hear noises When the phone rings now Sometimes it's flowers Somewhere I don't live Sometimes it's worse, and Sometimes it is what it is When the sun comes up Will I be asleep When the sun comes up Will there be anything Sometimes there isn't Sometimes it is what it is Sometimes there isn't Sometimes it is what it is