Rose-tinted Glasses

Fred is high

My phone is hot

Hair is wet

Not smoking pot

Although my room smells of it

With no explanation why

Told him I’m always there through the lows and the highs

Having weird dreams

Like I was in the Simpsons

Bart was my homeboi

Homer was my bludclart

Bad memories and good memories everywhere you go

I miss having that one best friend

Drove past that Sheesha place

Karaoke night on a Sunday

Times change, people change

Or more like you take off your rose-tinted glasses

N see people for who they really are

Who they really are is not really so good

Most of the time

Real friends make real phonecalls

That’s how you know

Open Nike trainer box

I ain’t like those others

Can’t be arsed with the plastics and the fakery

I’d rather have my geek glasses

And just get on with my world

New opportunity tomorrow

I hope God doesn’t hate me right now

Let’s see what occurs

Heart skips a beat like Olly Murs

Cannot fathom how Kitty is still there

What a smackhead

People moving out

People moving in

Guess I’ll finally get that office space that I’ve always needed

Someone bring me some work pants

And a pen

Cannot live without a pen.