Came home tonight
Felt like I'd die of loneliness
Strange you think
Popularity
Looking for a simple life
Life ain't simple
I'm tired and sick but I
Don't want to be alone
I'll go to a party
But I don't really want to
For now I'm sitting out here on my porch
Writing in the dark air
Listening to
My little black cat maow
Trying to vent some of the terrible passion
That's coursing through me
Something about you
Something about spending the afternoon
Asleep in your arms
I hate you
Fucker
Felt like I'd die of loneliness
Strange you think
Popularity
Looking for a simple life
Life ain't simple
I'm tired and sick but I
Don't want to be alone
I'll go to a party
But I don't really want to
For now I'm sitting out here on my porch
Writing in the dark air
Listening to
My little black cat maow
Trying to vent some of the terrible passion
That's coursing through me
Something about you
Something about spending the afternoon
Asleep in your arms
I hate you
Fucker
Lyrics submitted by xpankfrisst
Fucker Lyrics as written by Mark O. Everett
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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I hate you
Fucker
But you keep going out with them to prevent from being alone, and when you're with them you keep wondering if you'd still go out with them ... 'cause you don't enjoy yourself and wonder if you are really a friend to them.
"WRITING in the dark air"
And, to me, the song seems to be about E feeling lonely, even though he's considered a popular guy - a rock star, at this point. Even around all these people, he feels sad and alone - and is thinking of one person in particular.
The end could be him feeling bitter towards that person, for not being with him - or him talking to himself, hating himself for feeling this way.
The fucker.