FRIDAY

It's Friday and I'm all alone and at home.

I don't want to cook, I don't want to feel.

I'll take the little money I have 

I'll buy a bottle of whatever I can get.

Food makes you fat (which I already am)

Wine makes me sad (reminds me too much of you)

Beer, that's cheap! 

No strong enough.

I want something that kicks me out

I want to forget what a mess I am

I want to be happy at least once.