I guess I'll stay another night.

And I won't be far. I'll be in my room, alone, waiting for a phone call from nobody or spam mail from another company.

I don't have anybody to talk to, I don't have anyone I want to talk to. I'm only looking forward to where my body is tired and forced to sleep.

I don't have enough money to go out and do the things I might like, I don't have any friends in this town.

I haven't made a single real connection. Everyone is so different, I don't want to adapt. I like the way I am for the most part.

I'm tired of sleeping with myself. I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help. I'm tired lying about not thinking of you.