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Who's house is this? I don't even know.
Who the hell's this girl on my arm? And how will I get home?
This is just like last week. We probly should've planned it.
Well, maybe it's better thus way. I sip whatever I get handed
Just to get over the pain, the stress that no one else understands
But they've got their own problems right? Are they just like I am?
Who knows? Who cares? Nothing matters anymore.
This bitch gave up on me, so I make her hate me even more
By getting into trouble. Calling her on nights like this.
Maybe facebook her new boy, just to tell him he ain't shit.
You've got her by the hand, well i've got her wrapped around my dick.
She's imagining I'm there an you're as close as she could get.
What is that? Give me more. Yeah my mom will probly find out.
At the moment I don't care. What's this girl crying about?
This kid wants to take me out, cause' I caught hold of his girl.
That's the least of my worries. I'm done dealing with the world.
Text from the next girl, says she'll help me get over her.
"here, have some of this. Let's go on an adventure!"
What're you insane? The cops are everywhere!
I know I probly shouldn't, but I don't have the mind to care.
I'll laugh about this tomorrow. Fuck it, might as well.
Oh god, you know my baby sister? Swear that you won't tell.
It's morning and I'm tired. Some random girls come hug me.
We drive around all dazed. I'm ridiculously hungry.
We sit outside of Starbucks, people know what we did last night.
I'm feeling kind of dizzy. Here's the part nobody likes.
So we find a secluded spot. Where no one else will find us.
Take our time. The music's loud. Somebody finds a lighter.
We burn all of our problems, the same way we always do.
Start the car and drive away. I feel completely new.
Soon enough I'm home. Mama's there. "good afternoon."
A half-hearted "hey mom." then I'm straight up to my room.
I'm still tired and faded, so no smile, no eyes, no speaking.
Pass out on my floor, and rest up for the next weekend.