Brisk

It's not worth the trouble or fun that we get into.
It's not worth lying and staying friends with you.
I don't regret a damn thing
And I'm not into any sort of material gain.
If you're only wish is for me to laugh and be merry
Then above all else I have no reason to say sorry.
If according to the cards we should ever meet again
Let's make it unofficial
And without a doubt unprofessional
Because with every fiber of my being
I'd rather spend time yelling
Then cross a threshold with hopes of a hug
Only to leave with wounds.