Wheeze

It's 1 pm before i get out bed
Too late to make coffee but it wouldn't matter anyway
I'm too apathetic to wake myself up for the day
I could sit down and try call up my mom
But I'm afraid that if I did that I'd be talking too long
and remember everything that happened back home
I'm trying my best not to fuck things up for myself this time
And I'm not sad because I'm lonely,
i'm lonely because i'm so fucking sad inside.
But at the very least I know that it can't get
much worse than this, unless secretly I want it to.