Friday

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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