Today

Today You should call your best friend I know you haven’t really spoken much After that weekend you let her Stay in your room And she screwed some guy in your bed Until the paint behind the headboard flaked But she loves you And she came over the next day With a first edition copy of Jane Eyre And you cried because she couldn’t just say I’m sorry. Don’t tell her you want her to say she’s sorry Because she’ll only tell you to grow up And buy you pizza Or that purse you’ve had your eye on for a while Get high Eat Harribo in bed Nuzzle deep into eachother’s laughter Let your toes touch hers beneath the duvet Save sorrys for tomorrow