We're all singing the same line, just on different stages.

macaroni cheese for dinner in an empty house for the 2nd night in a row.
mum and dad are off gallivanting with friends in some melbourne pub, no doubt.
kinda dont want them to get home.
mum is even more annoying than usual when she's drunk.
like fuck man.
acts like a crazy person.
goes round givin me these crazy death stares or cutting unnecessary pieces of cabana.

the good part is because i have all this spare time I've managed to find a way to work kumbaya into my public speaking speech.
solid song.
very solid.