Waking up is hard to do

WAKING UP IS HARD TO DO (E A D G B D#, capo 6)

There is just enough wind in the softening sky. It’s the second last day. It’s the very first time.

We are just big enough in a world smaller than— In a morning I found in a white pot plant.

Waking up is hard to do, though it’s getting warmer. I’m covered in the morning dew.

 

All along Yule Road there is jasmine in bloom. All throughout the street it floats until it finds you.

All along Yule Road there are baby magpies. And their mum swoops my head when I ride past on my bike.

I have not done anything wrong and neither have you. But letting go is hard to do.

 

And this is why it haunts you so bad. It reminds you of the things that you had.

I wish it didn’t hurt us so bad.

But waking up is hard to do.

But it’s getting easier.