An electric fan. That keeps me company tonight. It's nights like this make. It easy to forget. Why we used to fight. ...It also makes it easy. To forget the words.... ...Right.... An electric fan. That keeps me company tonight. It's nights like this make. It easy to forget. Why we used to fight. Love is an ember. Born to burn out. Well I wish it would. No I don't feel that good. Lately they blend. And blur with the scenery. Crowded rooms make it easy. To forget I'm lonely. The cat puked in my shoe. Guess it's fitting it would. But I I don't feel that good. Regret's a useless word. Usually I try to avoid it. But sometimes it gets so quiet. That I can't remember the morals. But the part I can't admit. When you're thinking out loud. Is just a whisper. That feels like a shout. Oh God I made a mistake. I can't breathe without you. The cars driving by. They throw their lights. Against the wall. I should go to bed. Get out of this chair. And turn the TV off. Oh goody! I get to go to bed alone!. If I could get excited I would. No I don't feel that good.