Don'tcha know babe
that misery loves company
so grab a hand and smile
a ******* smile that
hides the scars in your eyes.
Because misery loves company
and nobody wants to be alone.

So grab a mouth and kiss
it like it ******* matters
because, don'tcha know babe?
Misery loves company.
And I'm tired of being alone.

Don'tcha know, babe?
I love company,
and I'm sick and *******
tired of being alone.

I know where you hide
in the shower stall
for hours at a time,
letting the steam
and vapor cleanse
your soul like so
many unwanted
prayers.

I know where you hide
in plain sight, with a boy
on your arm and a smile
on your face like a child
on a bicycle.

I know where you hide
in my bed, with your arms
wrapped around my neck
and lips placed oh so
delicately on my neck.

I know you've got me
right where you want me
but the thing is,
I don't really mind
bending over backwards
just to make you smile.

So go ahead and use
me, just like you always
do. Go ahead and take
what you can get and
move the **** on like
so many parasites
that bite to break skin.
I'll take the pain
and use it just to make you
smile.

When you're down and out
you can look up from that
gutter they threw you in
and I'll be standing there
with a smirk on my face
and a hand outstretched.

So, spit and my feet and
claim you don't need my
help, when we both know
you do. Scramble around
in the mud like swine,
because we both know
that's exactly what you are.
And my hand's still outstretched.

Stick the headphones
in your ears and close
your eyes. Listen to the
words and throw off your
disguise. It's the one place
you can go to, and be yourself
in your head, in your head.

Dot your eyes, and paint
your lips in crimson red
straighten your crinkled
shirt and laugh at the mirror,
it's time for a night on the town,
so throw back a shot and grab
your ******* keys.
It's time for a night on the town,
can't be yourself in this *******
town. Can't be yourself.

Dance the dance in front
of the crowd, give them
the performance of your
career, and take a bow in
front of the toilet, and accept
your laying ovation, in the motel
room with the boy who said
he'd take you home.

So make me scream
in disgust and delight
under your touch that
holds the weight of the
world just beneath the
pores and prints.

Make me cry
in sorrow and joy
with your lips
as they push against
mine like a car crash
or a freight train picking
up speed as it heads straight
for the station.

Make me laugh
in irony and sincerity
beneath your gaze
that haunts my
dreams and thoughts
like ghosts in the garden

Follow the clues
to my apartment
door, and turn the
handle. I'm here waiting
like a terminally ill patient
just biding my time.

Turn the handle
show yourself in
you've only got this one
shot to show yourself in
to my heart.

Follow the clues
I'm still here waiting
I'm always waiting
on you, on you, on you.
Make a decision, call your
friends, tell them how much
I ******* mean to you.