Home on a Saturday Night

I am tired of social norms

and expectations,

to wear some lonely facade,

and fuel a life full of regrets and sin

with a poison which will destroy bodies,

destroy minds, and destroy relationships.

My friends ask me to 'get messy' and to 'play the field',

and yes there is something to be said

for the mess being in the field

but I like to stick to the path

and keep my soles clean.

I don't preach a life of abstinence,

but a life of control and recollection.

Pride always tastes better in the morning

than a headache and an upturned stomach.

Adam asked when did doing something

you'll regret become cool,

and I think that he hit the nail on the head.

I guess it's too bad

that people are too nailed and off their head

to notice.