Lots of headlines are swirling, and I can't bring myself to care or focus on any of them. I'm surrounded by magazines while under the hair dryer, and I'm waiting. This is my Friday night.
Friday Night
Not ready to share
But I prepare
Just in case
It shows up
In my stare
I'm trying to live
In the present moment
But the past
Was not that long ago
And you've been lying.
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