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
Tired and sick but I don't wanna be alone

Could 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 meaow

Trying to vent some of the terrible passion
That's coursing through me
Something about you something about spending
The afternoon asleep in your arms

I hate you, fucker