i don't want to go out with my cough cough coughing and dark circles under eyes. my hair even looks sick. i don't really want to go to your house where there will be tons of boys sitting around smoking pot and having a casino. i already know how it will be. songs on the guitar i've heard a thousand times before. neither of you have stopped playing them for five years and i will wrap myself in my coat and try to find a clean glass. i want to put on my xmas pajamas and drink exactly 30 ml of nyquil and tuck myself inside the heating vent and sleep away 2001.