The thing about loneliness
Is that it's perpetually present
With it's insane timing
And sense of resentment

The thing about loneliness
Is that it's a constant shadow
Hidden behind a childhood house
Or indented in my pillow

It's the mention of a lost love
Or a spontaneous epiphany
Knowing that not one living soul
Could ask for it specifically

It's a familiar face at an untimely funeral
And it lurks in the background sounds
Because even the faintest of hearts
Haven't got a clue of how to keep it out

But really you see,
The thing about loneliness
Is that I find a comfort in you
You're the only constant in my life
And you're a friend that reeks of truth

Because you don't need convincing
Yet you'd ignore an invitation
So tell me old friend,
How long until we meet again?