You are not my friend. Well, today you are not my friend.
Yesterday you were my friend with your charming, sweet ways.
You and I, my friend, loved everybody at the party.
Two face, Dr. Giggles, Judas, Bonnie & Clyde, that random
German doctor guy, Harleyquinn and Hannibal Lecter, and even
myself, miss Joan Crawford. You loved them all. The only remnants of miss Joan
today are tattered hair and some smudged lipstick, but she
You, tequila, and your friendly ways. Yesterday you were full of hugs and
kisses for everybody. Today there is only a dull sound of blood rushing
through my ears, and an angry pain behind my eyes. Because today,
you are not my friend.