Other People Get Lonely

Leaving New York was an exercise in window-watching
Guarding all the exits of the soul
All my friends got these opinions on my good intentions
Trying to shape the contours of the goal
Because the goal is getting old with heartbreak they can hang their hats upon
They're leaving flowers at the foot of my locked door
I don't mind that anymore

I been throwing out more shit than I've been buying
Even letters have a best-by date, even when they're signed by you
Used to keep those things for present you or future me
But I'm shaking off my own subjunctive mood cuz the alternative is blue
These people hang a near miss on the wall
They point it out to almost-lovers that come through
I've been guilty of it too
I used to bleed, now I just bruise

I reject condolence, I accept your spite
Other people get lonely
But I like coffee on a solitary afternoon
Pacing round my underfurnished room
Making blues sing because I saved them up to count for something
You feel sorry for me
You don't find that city boring, I do

San Francisco was a sunny sort of purgatory
Counting up the windows that I'd closed
All your high-class friends had documented low-class hobbies
But I smelled desperation on their clothes
And in their pity I saw ghosts trying to settle some forgotten score
You know, when I was sad I think you liked me more
And I've been that way before
But I think I passed the torch

I accept your premise, I reject your spin
Other people get even
But I get coffee on a solitary afternoon
Pacing round my underfurnished room
Making blues sing because I saved them up to count for something
You feel sorry for me
You don't find that city boring, I do

Back in New York we had one-night stands with restaurants we swore that we'd go back to someday
I still think about my high heels in the city crowd
It made a certain person out of me and if I miss her that's okay
I leave before the curtain call of love
They're bottled up at every exit now
The stage is bare and time's already up
Trying to squeeze out every drop
As for me, I got enough

I reject your thesis, I accept your thoughts
All these people want reasons
I just got coffee on a solitary afternoon
Paced around my underfurnished room
Making you songs because I lost the plot of who we were
I feel sorry for you that you can't be happy for me
I wish you were