He said he wandered lonely as a cloud
I wandered socially as a *****.
laying awake on a couch and catharses  the world
you have tears like that of a newborn child
Everything on the couch is mild
but out and about they're  horses tears.
Many people have the crocodile ones.
It always catches up to them eventually.
I wandered socially as a *****,
with the light in my eyes
and a hammering pain in my chest
all the love in my life are satirical jests
that leave a shoe print on my face
I guess that's better than tire tracks