"All agents are busy," a recording tells me repeatedly
I am not surprised by this frustrated feeling
I'm writing while I'm waiting
I would pick me in a heartbeat, I'd have a drink with me
And then I'd take me home alone and
Devour every bit of me
I can't get angry at you
No one's gonna love me like me
And so, this life is okay,
It seems solidarity is not the root of all evil things
It's when I try to combine what's yours
With what's mine,
Is a selfish beast made visible
"Hello, can I help you?"
Oh, finally! I say my name
I want to start in January
Which is in about 28 days,
and considering the alternative,
let's talk about irony.

I'll be honest, I don't have a good record
Quit every time, if you can remember
but ******* I love these words
**This has nothing to do with you.