It's Friday and I'm all alone and at home.
I don't want to cook, I don't want to feel.
I'll take the little money I have
I'll buy a bottle of whatever I can get.
Food makes you fat (which I already am)
Wine makes me sad (reminds me too much of you)
Beer, that's cheap!
No strong enough.
I want something that kicks me out
I want to forget what a mess I am
I want to be happy at least once.