Lazy day

Today, you were with me.

You laughed when I laughed,

we thought alike so often.

Yet you seemed different,

sad about, something.

I wanted to ask you, but we're still being repaired.

I felt hopeless then, and now I feel tired.

So today is my lazy day.

No more caring, no more love, no regards for anybody,

no guilt about my mistakes, not even half-assed attempts at comedy.

Im gonna be selfish and bitter if I feel like it.

I'm gonna do as I please.

Because I don't give a shit today.

But tommorow, I'll be up off the ground, chasing you again.