Another night of nothing,
Except for me, cold coffee, and books.
It's what I prefer, to be truthful,
So it's not as bad as it looks.

It isn't the most exciting thing,
But there are things that are certainly worse.
I could be out drinking and driving,
And then stuck in the back of a Hearse.

It's me and my trusty computer,
Playing more video games.
I'm the epitome of a teenager,
But I find myself free of the shame.

I'd spend all of my Saturday nights,
Bunched in a similar way.
And if my had my choice about it,
I'd do it during the day.