I've got problems So I write them in a book for me to read They're all mine so no one else will get to see My thoughts, my schemes and hopes and dreams Put 'em away, just for a rainy day I don't talk much Never found much reasoning to speak Weather chats and pets are for the weak And drained, and socially restrained... I don't really care about your stupid cat I don't get out much Never been to fond of company Better with the T.V. and just me One mouth to feed instead of three Or four, with them it's just a chore
It's simply great when there's always plenty more I fell in love once She kicked me to the curb one summer night It scared me half to d**h, but I'm alright She was crazy as a bug that doesn't bite Or pinch, or crawl over your skin I think about it, 'till my stomach starts to spin Sure I get lonely And wish for someone else to call my own It's harder than it looks to be alone And down, and out, and cold... How I wish that you and I could just grow old