this will be the friction, your addiction

Sitting in my room now
Trying to write a song how
Feed the cat some chow chow
Through the recollections
Sifting through the sections
See the great collections
Johnny shows projections
Says he's got connections
Gives me the directions
Gotta fool the inspections
Guess I've got no objections
Has he got affections?
Who knows now
Coz I'm trying to write a song how

This will be the friction, your addition
Just smile, no one will believe our prediction

I'm gonna be a midnight host
Get myself some honey toast
Dinner was mum's roast
Though it's nothing much to boast
Gotta Catch Australia post
But its only 1am at most
Think you saw your grans ghost?
Maybe you should be diagnosed
Something about the gold coast
Let's crack out the champagne
Coz this song is going to gain
Me a private jet plane
Make a cardboard party chain
Or fold a Julia paper plane
But right now i should abstain
Coz I'm trying to write a song that's sane
Rockstars do cocaine
Politicians drive their campaign
One song's about the fast lane
This one's matter more arcane.