What are you doing up?
It's 3:30
It's the seventh night this week I've sat 'till morning
Oh, great here we go
Imagining the ways you might have died
Yeah, and tonight's winners is?
In a freak September ice storm with no warning
'Cause that happens
There's a gang war
There's bird flu
Trains collide
What do we say about watching the news?
Now you act all sweet and surly
But you'd swore you'd come home early
And you lied
You gotta let go, Mom
I'm almost eighteen
Are you snorting coke?
Not at the moment
(Who's up at this hour)
Father, go
Up the back
Why does he hate me?
'Cause you're a little twat
You can't call me a twat
Is everything okay?
I heard voices
Just me
Talking to myself
Y'know
Now you
Head on upstairs
I'll be up for sex in a minute
You sure everything's okay?
Uh huh
Go
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