Some people talk and you don't hear a thing. Oh no, here we go again. . We don't come together. We don't come alone. Dry as a bone.
Some people talk it, then go home alone.
I've seen your eyes rise like a couple of planets. We wouldn't be together even if we'd planned it. I'm sick of people talking when they don't understand. Just to keep from falling, you held onto my hand. I'm so fucking lonely.