Miracle

It's 6 in the morning and my sirens go off

So I tuck back my sheets

I've got work in an hour but it's already got me beat

I'm not able to do this feat

Call me lazy, pathetic, a waste of space

It's nothing that wasn't in my brain

I broke my neck and shattered my scars

I felt it's time to rearrange who I thought I was

And even though it's inconvenient

I'm sticking with this redefined place

I'll try to scrape my way out of this room