The Ripped Soul

So I came home today.. laundry needed washing. I needed to top my bag up with clothes to wear should I stay over or whatevs. And the banana calls and asks how come I'm not over at hers tonight.. as I am every other night.

And I just told her the truth, that I felt like I should just give them a break.. I was sure they were sick of having me around..

And when I asked "aren't you guys sick of having me around?"

And she goes "yeah.. sometimes"

And somehow my heart just fell. Why is that?

And when I said "ah then.. see?" She argues back that this is not one of those days and she's not sick of having me around...

Is this what they mean by the damage has been done, so I guess I be leaving?

...

Work today. Ha.

Fucking shit all over the place and it's not my shift, yet I'm the motherfucker to clean it all up.

Fantastic? Yes.

Where's the justice?
Where's the fairness?
Where's the right?

Someone else shits on your floor first, then you gotta clean it up.

How fun.