Hoobastank

As I roll over in my bed, the same old thoughts run through my head
What are you getting up for
I look outside, the night still rules, an incarcerated fool
And my prison cell is school
So I open the door to my new day, bad thoughts should go away
But the morning is so grey
How am I supposed to understand a word theyre going to say?
My minds just not awake
Todays the day I break away from this life of monotony
And I arrive and kick my way to class, sit down
Head down on the fake wood
Instructor starts to speak about the time when man was ape
And though Im trying really hard, my mind wont cooperate