Friday afternoon classes suck.

It's one in the morning and I'm looking like a thug
(I got my sleeves rolled up over my shoulders)
sipping warm strawberry tea from my mug
with icky bits of mushy cookie crumbs inside
Vinns headphones wrapped around my neck
I'm going over my notes for tomorrow
and listening to silly jokes my friends crack
about someones ridiculous trousers
oh I haven't even packed
because I've been too busy thinking about
how the hell I'm gonna get back!


yes they really are as immature as they sound.