What I really do with my time is browse dating sites with zero hope in heart until I see a pretty girl I think I'd get along well with, and then they never respond, or they stop talking for no apparent reason, and I go back to start.

I listen to music and lay on the couch when I should be sleeping. I watch a bunch of **** and ******* for an hour or two. I watch the most emotionally deep tv shows I can find, and sometimes cry.

I crave life, but it's not what I live.
I take life from friends without any to give.

Come over and I'll cuddle up with you and cry. I'll wipe your tears away and let you see mine. If you can hold my gaze, I'll look in your eye, and you in mine.

I can see you, and you are beautiful. You are my favorite thing in this world. I am yours, you are mine, and we'll wonder together if we both belong to someone divine.

If my appearance is hard,
Just keep your distance
If I come across friendly,
Run the **** away

I get your hopes up high,
And then I let you crash
My apology drifts by,
Worthless in the aftermath

You're like the shirt I try on at the store
You fit well, you're pretty nice, good material,
But why did the designer do that one thing?
That's just...weird.
Like really, this would be a great shirt
But now I'm just not sure
If I buy it, will I wear it?
I don't know.

Your fictional lives on display
You're in the chair
They're on the couch
And I'm on mine

You speak to each other
But you're speaking to me

Your wife cheated with her body
But so did you, with your heart
Now you're on the couch
And I'm still on mine
Welcome to the big leagues

when I had you at home,
or even had a chance,
I could go out
and not want anyone
I no longer ask,
where have you gone?
but I would like to know
when the next you will come

I make myself a ***** cranberry
with a splash of water
A few gulps and I realize
I don't really want this
I pour it down the drain,
and I wonder
if someone will tell me
it's some kind of sign of alcoholism
I smoke some **** instead