In the weekend, me and my mom had an enormous fight in the middle of the night
Afterwards, she got very  drunk, even though that was what the fight was about.
My little sister went to bed crying.
I rang my best guy friend at three in the morning to talk about it,
but I fell asleep halfway through the call lying on the couch
At ten o'clock the next morning, I woke up in my own bed,
with my mom still asleep in her room,
and my guy friend in the kitchen making my sister pancakes.

i really do love him (in the most non-sexual way possible)