Nothing Doing

He's staying up but the day's long gone
He's got no power to sing another song
His stretching out is interrupted by yawns
But he's holding on

His sheets are semi-clean and cool
His pillows are piled up around this fool
Whose damned habits have got him schooled
But he's stubborn as a mule

The DVR clock reads one a.m.
It's far too late to phone a friend
The day was nothing doing again
But he doesn't want it to end