I got a new job
So I could quit smoking pot
And stop fixating
On things that I can’t fucking change

Sometimes I pretend
That I'm a ghost for weeks on end
Sink through my hardwood
I wouldn’t care even if I could

God I'm alone now, I'm so alone but
There’s nothing better to do
Than sit, alone, in my room

Looked in the mirror
Saw my reflection (what else would it be?)
Sat down for dinner
I’ve never felt more unlike me
So I’ll sulk in the shower
For almost an hour
But I’ll skip my breakfast
For being too reckless and wasting space

God I'm alone now, I'm so alone but
There’s nothing I’d rather do
Than be alone without you

Nothing quite like it
Sweet, bitter quiet
Pushed me over the edge