[Verse 1]
Tiwi wears sunrise like a soft coat, shrugging at the clock's small glare
Dishes sigh in the sink, and the kettle whispers, “perhaps later”
Footfalls on the carpet trace a map of couch and small excuses
The day yawns open, but Tiwi keeps the blankets loose and loose
[Chorus]
Late for nothing, early for laughter
Tiwi's plan: stall and linger after
Tiny thoughts parade, one by one
Procrastination sings till the chores are gone
[Verse 2]
To-do lists curl into origami, flipping back with a grin
Tiwi mutters, “I’ll clean when stars begin,” then reaches for a pen that won’t begin
Lint dances like snow on the ventana, a polite snowfall of tasks unseen
In the mirror, Tiwi jokes, “The world can wait for my routine routine routine”
[Pre-Chorus]
But a kettle clicks—a tiny drumbeat of responsibility
Tiwi shrugs, chooses a chapter, the page turns wryly
[Chorus]
Late for nothing, early for laughter
Tiwi's plan: stall and linger after
Tiny thoughts parade, one by one
Procrastination sings till the chores are gone
[Bridge]
Heh, a soap bubble brainstorm pops, “What if socks align themselves?”
The sink remains, as if politely declining any enterprise
A laugh escapes, half a sigh, half a dare to start again
The day giggles back, and Tiwi sighs, “Okay, maybe now—just then.”
[Chorus]
Late for nothing, early for laughter
Tiwi's plan: stall and linger after
Tiny thoughts parade, one by one
Procrastination sings till the chores are gone
[Outro]
Tiwi pets the clock with a soft, deliberate delay
Steps towards the sink, then back to the couch to play
A hum, a shrug, a spark of mild resolve—today.
