I came home tonight

I felt like I'd die of loneliness

Strange you think, popularity

I'm looking for a simple life,

life ain't simple

I'm sick and tired, I don't wanna be alone

I go to a party, but I don't really want to

So now i'm sitting out here on my porch

writing in the dark air, listening to

my little black cat miau

I'm trying to vent some of the terrible passion

that's coursing through me

There's something about you

There's something about spending the afternoon

asleep in your arms

I hate you

Fucker