My stomach becomes hollower The more I eat alone I can hardly stomach Getting you on the phone I feel like an idiot Every time I see you And I feel like you're an idiot too I say you look great I've lost a lot of weight you say My old clothes don't even fit remember my denim jacket Of corse I do You wore it all three years through camping trips and irrational fears Australia Olympia Poughkeepsie Oh Poughkeepsie I'm sick and I'm tired I shouldn't be singing I'm gonna lose my voice But it doesn't really matter Because I've got no one to talk to