Dear Solitude,

Pick a day

Of the week

Watch a movie

That's kind of bleak

Comb my hair

At least what's left of it

Told my soul that I'll regret a bit

Pick an hour

Get the tray

Watch you fall in love again in a day

I'm not going to lie at least it's funny

Spit out your name, it's easy money

So I'll go through

With what I said

All this time

Just to share a bed

I'm not going to lie

Still think you're pretty

Don't know why, guess my taste is shitty

And I did you dirtier

Than my sheets

It's kind of gross but you're on the streets

So you really think I'd kiss you again

I'll miss you again

Tomorrow night

I'll call the moon

Then we'll fuck until the sun comes through

If I'm the devil

Then who's the messenger

Tell the world that I'm forgetting her

But at least I'm happy

At least I'm happy