No more dirty laundry lying on the floor until there isn’t room to sleep
No more coffee grounds rubbed into the rug by dragging feet
No more late nights writing when there is work in the morning
No more slapping my roommate just because he’s snoring
No more watching T.V when I should be studying
No more yelling at the bum, whom is my bud…I think.
No more waking up and leaving the apartment having only eaten an apple
No more oversleeping and missing possible overtime because I feel like crap still
No more wearing that leather jacket that’s fading away
No more wearing those grey jeans that are tattered and frayed
No more coffee before bed
No more ibuprofen
No more feeling I’m dead
No more not having a girlfriend
No more thinking about what isn’t here
No more living life in fear
No more waiting for solutions
No more making pretty resolutions
No more excuses
