i cant really explain why im acting this way
except maybe
when i decided i wanted to run away and get out of there
i realised i had nowhere to go
and no friends to turn to

i want to roam the streets of london, on my own


the potluck was good
the food was fabulous.
everything was good
until jokes werent funny anymore.
im going to take a bath and hop into bed

life's a bitch.
im coming home
im coming home soon.