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