Better Friends

I'm back against a wall again
I never known to chase my friends
I'm cutting nails against cement
And time will tell if I'm content

If I get up, I'd be alone
I never wanna be at home
And I can't seem to draw a line
Crossing lines to me seems fine

Waking up at 1 p.m.
A pounding head on me ascends
I recall everything I did
At 6 p.m. I start again

Then, I call up all my friends
I wish that I had better friends
We make a plan to strike at 10
Plans that never have an end