So this is how solitude commences
With a paycheck in hand and only ghosts to spend it on
Twilight injects a dose of mounting apprehension
Alas, tomorrow's only nightmares away

Apologies for misconstrued pretension
Regret for every syllable that pumped the air between us
The past subsists again given the circumstances
And that's what I'm afraid of, yeah, that's what I'm afaid of

I have long conversations with the cultured television
And the silent companionship of the cordless telephone
But my whole heart's devoted to a slutty corporation
And I swear she loves me back, yeah, I swear she loves me back

Well these wages are happiness, I've got to start pretending
Despite the absence of a single vivid memory
Of reassurance, of stage props set for acting
Life's a joke, someday I'm hoping that I'll get it


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