Fucker
Came home tonight
I felt like I'd die of loneliness
Strange, you think?
Popularity
Looking for a simple life
Life ain't simple
I'm tired and sick, but I
Don't wanna be alone
I'd 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
Meow
Trying to vent some of the terrible passion
That's coursing through me
Somethin' about you
Somethin' about spendin' the afternoon
Asleep in your arms
I hate you
Fucker
I felt like I'd die of loneliness
Strange, you think?
Popularity
Looking for a simple life
Life ain't simple
I'm tired and sick, but I
Don't wanna be alone
I'd 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
Meow
Trying to vent some of the terrible passion
That's coursing through me
Somethin' about you
Somethin' about spendin' the afternoon
Asleep in your arms
I hate you
Fucker
Credits
Writer(s): Mark O. Everett
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