'Who ever thought of making artists be
   creative this early in the morning?' I thought,
every single morning I had to drag myself out of bed for one of those classes.

There was a Starbucks conveniently across the street from my room,
So every Friday morning throughout the winter,
I'd buy myself the biggest steamed cider there was
Hidden in its green-logo paper cup, no one knew I wasn't
   really caffinated.
So, I thought, if I feel asleep anyway,
so much more the sympahthy I should get.