Loads of pills and stuff

When people ask me about my weekend
I’m as polite as a small girl writing thank-you letters
I get asked if I’m okay and I pretend
that I’m fine, that I’ve never been better
I get phone calls asking if I’m eating enough
they ask if I did anything last night. I tell them “no.”
It’s better than saying “I did loads of pills and stuff.”
and worried I had overdosed.
Then I’m asked what I’m having for my tea
if I’ve already had my dinner
I don’t tell them about Natalie
who had tits like Madonna.