Lonesome, lonesome, what a tired despair.
Ease me with someone else’s heavy confession.
Why can’t I eat? Why do I only sleep?
I work through day and night for something soft enough to hold me, but nothing comes.
Oh, lonesome, lonsome.
Even my words are wearing out.
Tell me what to do.
Let me borrow another’s sorrow for a while.
Rumination keeps me still.
My lover, my friend, most of all my enemy.
Keep your distance carefully.
Absence has teeth.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:34 PM UTC
Lonesome, lonesome, what a tired despair.
Ease me with someone else’s heavy confession.
Why can’t I eat? Why do I only sleep?
I work through day and night for something soft enough to hold me, but nothing comes.
Oh, lonesome, lonsome.
Even my words are wearing out.
Tell me what to do.
Let me borrow another’s sorrow for a while.
Rumination keeps me still.
My lover, my friend, most of all my enemy.
Keep your distance carefully.
Absence has teeth.
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