Friday.
Come
home and kick your shoes off
Hit
your brother in the head with the phone, huh?
I
don’t want your money, I don’t want your drinks.
Don’t
worry about me, I can handle this.
Alone
is how I like to be, with only me.
When
you are alone you can smell better
And
your mind isn't cluttered with other people’s thoughts.
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