My sincere apologies to Anna Nalick; and for one of my dearest feline friends, Lucy...
4 AM and he whines now I'm really awake,
And I realize again that its such a mistake,
That I love him. Evening just isn't his season.
Yeah he walks through the doors, so accusing my eyes
Like I have any right at all to criticize,
Silly girl. He's a cat, not what you say, a demon.
Cause you can't close the doors, he'd be very unstable
His life's like an hourglass, tipped on the table
He'll whine all he wants and wake you each night.
So ladle the brew in the cup
And breathe...just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe
July he'll turn 15, without the one we miss
He looks up at me, life should be better than this
By his whine you can tell he's been down for a bit
But, my word, it's so beautiful when the cat sits,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just write about it.
Cause you can't close the doors, he'd be very unstable
His life's like an hourglass, tipped on the table
He'll whine all he wants and wake you each night.
So ladle the brew in the cup
And breathe...just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe
There's a light at each end of this tunnel
You know 'cause his time will come soon and then, oh the woe
And these complaints that you've made, you'll be missing them too
If you'd only try seeing the good.
5 AM and now I'm awake, writing a post
If I get it all down on Blogger, it's no longer inside of me
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm tired and real sorry, too
Cause these thoughts are my journal, crying out loud
And I know I'll feel bad whenever I read them.
But you can't close the doors, he'd be very unstable
His life's like an hourglass, tipped on the table
He'll whine all he wants and wake you each night
So ladle the brew in the cup
And breathe...just breathe
Woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
4 AM and he whines now I'm really awake,
And I realize again that its such a mistake,
That I love him. Evening just isn't his season.
Yeah he walks through the doors, so accusing my eyes
Like I have any right at all to criticize,
Silly girl. He's a cat, not what you say, a demon.
Cause you can't close the doors, he'd be very unstable
His life's like an hourglass, tipped on the table
He'll whine all he wants and wake you each night.
So ladle the brew in the cup
And breathe...just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe
July he'll turn 15, without the one we miss
He looks up at me, life should be better than this
By his whine you can tell he's been down for a bit
But, my word, it's so beautiful when the cat sits,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just write about it.
Cause you can't close the doors, he'd be very unstable
His life's like an hourglass, tipped on the table
He'll whine all he wants and wake you each night.
So ladle the brew in the cup
And breathe...just breathe
Oh breathe, just breathe
There's a light at each end of this tunnel
You know 'cause his time will come soon and then, oh the woe
And these complaints that you've made, you'll be missing them too
If you'd only try seeing the good.
5 AM and now I'm awake, writing a post
If I get it all down on Blogger, it's no longer inside of me
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm tired and real sorry, too
Cause these thoughts are my journal, crying out loud
And I know I'll feel bad whenever I read them.
But you can't close the doors, he'd be very unstable
His life's like an hourglass, tipped on the table
He'll whine all he wants and wake you each night
So ladle the brew in the cup
And breathe...just breathe
Woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
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