another night is wasted waiting for my day to come when i just get this same afternoon with no sun. but sometimes i get the biggest moon youll ever see, but since youd rather not ill just share it with me. im a solo sung so low by one who doesnt know how it goes. when no one ever wants to be with me, including me, i just want to be them cause i cant buy a friend. at least loneliness comes for free. so i spend my days staring at the ceiling or staring at the walls. im staring at this telephone with no calls. i pick it up, dial, let it ring. "hey how you been?" "well im ok i guess; ive just been talking to myself again."
