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.