onto September and still alone And yet I'm here sitting by the phone People look, people stare I tell myself I don't care Do nothing but ******* despair Because I'll I've ever wanted is right there And yet I'll spend my days in bed Living in a constant dread Afraid of what's been and what's to come Keeping everyone happy. But who's the one who's really staking a claim? Something's going grand it's beyond belief Don't kid yourself and keep the receipt. No matter how many chances you get No matter who you meet The finish line will still retreat Luck of the draw And you've pulled the short straw. Onto October. With everything in tatters Is there anything that really matters?