Wake Up!

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, glass of cold water, sitting there on the oak bedside table from IKEA, bought in 2018.
You're my morning shock troop, at 6:00 AM sharp.

[Verse 1]
Andrew Huberman, in your Stanford lab, 2021 podcast humming through my earbuds.
You said it: sunlight at dawn, resets the clock.
But here, in this dim bedroom, curtains drawn since last night.
I reach for you, glass, filled from the tap at midnight.
Ice cubes clinking, melted just enough.
Matthew Walker warns of sleep inertia, that fog lasting hours.
From his book, 2017, pages dog-eared on my shelf.

[Chorus]
Wake up, nerves, feel the cortisol spike at 5:45 AM.
Splash it on, this icy cascade down my cheeks.
Heart jumps, beta waves firing like fireworks in July.
No more delta dreams, no four-hour drunken haze.
You're the tool, cold water, pulling me from the deep.

[Verse 2]
In that cluttered lab at Stanford, 6:30 AM, monitors beeping.
EEG machine humming low, charting theta to alpha shift.
Roenneberg’s paper, 2017, in Current Biology, stacked on the desk.
Natural light-dark cycle, but I cheat with you, my handheld light box.
Bought online, model Lumos 2.0, glowing blue at 10,000 lux.
Addressing you now, water glass, intimate as a lover's whisper.
Shock me awake, banish the grogginess of unnamed subjects in sleep studies.
Their ID numbers forgotten, but their confusion lingers in the data.

[Bridge]
Strange fact, this sleep drunkenness, amnesia of morning deeds.
But not today, not with you in hand.
Temperature drops to 62°F, shivers kickstarting alertness.
Bitter espresso waits, 7:00 AM, adenosine suppressed.

[Verse 3]
Smell of metallic lab air mixed with coffee from the break room pot.
You're more than water, you're the bridge from night to day.
No gaps in my record, no missing narratives here.
Just this sensation, cold sting tracing my neck.

[Chorus]
Wake up, nerves, feel the cortisol spike at 5:45 AM.
Splash it on, this icy cascade down my cheeks.
Heart jumps, beta waves firing like fireworks in July.
No more delta dreams, no four-hour drunken haze.
You're the tool, cold water, pulling me from the deep.

[Outro]
Thanks, glass. Until tomorrow, 6:00 AM.