Welcome to your new home.
Here's your bed. You'll sleep alone.
Getting everything you wanted.
Getting everything you wanted and some.
Here's the kitchen. Cook alone.
Look at the water boil.
At the table sit and stare.
Soup with bread with so much care for ___.
All my friends back east keep asking,
"What have you done with your life?"
Just a little too strung out to lie.
Suddenly it seems so clear.
Rejecting what you can't have.
Light a candle, smoke and pray
all good sins will find you one day.
Now another month is gone.
Soon it will be a year.
Go to bed and say out loud,
"Is it over where it's all gone wrong?"
All my friends back east keep asking,
"What have you done with your life?"
Just a little too strung out to lie.
My ambition
keeps getting in the way.
When I found my voice
there's nothing left to say.
Inhibition
keeps me behind this door.
My life's a running joke.
What am I? What am I running for?
