The Scribbler

I am in slippers, I am in shorts Who cares I am with friends People are laughing looking at us Who cares I am with friends I don't have to do my hair I don't need to need to impress I am laughing like an idiot I am drunk like hell I don't feel scared anymore I have to pretend no more Some idiot thinks I am useless? Who cares I am with friends My ex didn't look back Who cares I am with friends I eat, drink, buy, text, walk, think, talk and breathe the way I want Don't bother me I am with friends