I haven't figured out how to be alone and not lonely Only wishing I could go back to how it was before But there are more things on my mind There are more things to do I haven't figured out how to do it on my own
Just me and a homegrown sadness That keeps me company with Those late night cigarettes and cold coffee Staring out at windows starry-eyed at nothing
Solitude is the most profound fact of the human condition. When you become aware of yourself, you become aware of our lack of another, that is, our solitude.