the sounds of people
on my ceiling

it's the weekend
go see your friends
they're waiting for you

no one waits, mom
and if you didn't want me here
you could just tell me

i won't blame you for it
when i leave my last note, i won't blame you
and when the bottle is empty, i won't blame you

ill even make it look like an accident
goodnight, mom

- it's time to go.