December 15, 2009
Slide my shoes off my feet and rest myself in that seatI call at one. At two. At threeI’m drunk and hard and half asleepSomeone is out thereIt’s more than I can bareNow shifting from side to side playing alongStill hanging up furious when somebody answers the phoneAlone alone alone alone alone aloneBut I know where to go
Hate his stupid band, but he’s a great writer

Slide my shoes off my feet and rest myself in that seat
I call at one. At two. At three
I’m drunk and hard and half asleep
Someone is out there
It’s more than I can bare
Now shifting from side to side playing along
Still hanging up furious when somebody answers the phone
Alone alone alone alone alone alone
But I know where to go

Hate his stupid band, but he’s a great writer