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