Michaels not much of an early bird, it's atleast 10'o'clock before he says a word..

And he can never tell, how do you sleep so well? Telling him to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. While you wake up before the sunrise..

He'd taken the job, the night security to try and find his father. For what? He wasn't sure exactly. Answers? Revenge? To apologize? Those would be saved for his little siblings who - may God rest their souls..inhabited the animatronics, surely searching for their own answers. But he couldn't deny he'd gotten more than a little distracted eyeing the new waitress, how sweet they were.

Y'know you don't gotta pretend..He just wants to know, don't you just wanna wake up..Dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire .lost in a haze..But if you're drunk on life, He thinks that's great..

Like now, he stood leaned against a nearby wall decorated in drawings and posters, watching you rush around with other waiters to get pizza out to all the families all the while those animatronics sung their songs..

He aims low, and he aims true. He works late where he's free from the phone. But the job gets done, while you worry some..But who wants to live forever? While you treat your mouth like it's heavens gate, the rest of you like you're the TSA.. Y'know you're bright as the morning..Soft as the rain, pretty as a vine..and sweet as a grape..And maybe hell wait..but til that day he takes his whiskey neat..

You're too sweet for him..