Better Friends

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

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

Waking up at 1 PM
A pounding head on me ascends
Recall everything I did
At 6 PM I start again

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