I went home at 9:30 tonight, just in time to miss my friends chug 30 cans of beer and watch TV. But what's new? I'll just catch tomorrow, because we've been on repeat for years.
We're that sitcom that everyone loves, but without the funny jokes or happy endings. But that's a tired cliche, and I'm tired of dealing with it. I want to be proud of our achievements but we constantly cheapen them. Just like the cheap alcohol we buy to inundate our senses and convince ourselves we're falling in love with everyone else.
Fuck that, I don't want to be sober anyway. I'm living in daydreams, you're clad in starlight. What an unfortunate coincidence. I've waited so long for this, but nothing's gonna change. You'll stay the same wreck that I hate.
We'll wake up and realize we've wasted the best days of our lives. Tomorrow I'll wake up and realize I've wasted the best days of my life, sitting here, wondering what's right to think. I've been listening to my mom make half serious jokes about killing herself, and I just want to know why everythings so bad. I'll have to get up and face my fears, but for now I'm paralyzed.