[Verse 1] Sun in the west I’m just waking up Phone full of plans I’m gonna cancel again Cereal in a coffee mug Half-full of guilt Toast in the pan But I’m late to my own life [Chorus] Breakfast at 3PM I’m late to the day again Running on crumbs and pretend But it still tastes sweet My friend Breakfast at 3PM Messy hair Yesterday’s pants World moving fast—I just dance In the slow lane Once again [Verse 2] Mail on the counter from three moves ago Plant in the window somehow still alive Neighbors are jogging I’m buttering bread Calling it balance while I eat in my bed [Chorus] Breakfast at 3PM I’m late to the day again Running on crumbs and pretend But it still tastes sweet My friend Breakfast at 3PM Clock talking trash on the wall I shrug and don’t care at all This small life still feels like mine
