At the end of the day..

I keep forgetting what happened yesterday
Drinking my problems away
Waking up with a migraine and a little less of a heart

Wish I was stronger like you, Rita
Wish I could count to 10 and make like my world is perfect
And nothing just happened
Nothing ever happens to you, Rita
Why are you so genuine?

I wish I didn't pick Baileys over you
I wish I didn't ditch your friends
I wish I was a better person
and a better person you think I am
though you nod your head in agreement when your friends say I'm a junkie

I wish the world wasn't so two-faced
though you continuously comment on how many faces I have
saying that it's hard to tell
which one I was, am and gonna be

I hate how your friends think they're part of the intellectual community of Beirut
though they do not know shit about the world
maybe a little about Lebanese politics and culture
but then again, would you be Lebanese if you didn't?

I REFUSE to not be a teenager, Rita
I REFUSE to force my self into adulthood
without endulging and experimenting
cuz then again
thats what adolescence is, no?

Although you have a higher G.P.A than mine,
at the end of the day I don't think you are smarter than me
because wisdom is humble
something you and your friends lack

I may drink,
I may have fun on streets (as oppose to your fancy cafes)
but I am me

which is why I can sleep better. At the end of the day.