When I rise from the comforting arms of my bed, 

The day ahead would have been waiting. 

I don't paper chase, 

But I run this race 

In hopes that the finish line will await me.

Yesterday may have left me broken

Like the machine that took my token, 

But I face this day 

And I own it, 

Because it owes me 

And we both know it. 

I'm on a pursuit, 

Not on a highway

But I'm reckless and loose.

When I've conquered this day, 

I'll do it again tomorrow.

And that's the truth.