Came home tonight
I felt like i’d die of loneliness
"strange," you think
"popularity…"
Looking for a simple life
Life ain’t simple
Tired and sick but i don’t wanna be alone
Could go to a party
But i don’t really want to
For now i’m sitting out here on my porch
Writing in the dark air
Listening to
My little black cat miaow
Trying to vent some of the terrible passion
That’s coursing through me
Something about you
Something about spending the afternoon asleep in your arms
I hate you, fucker.