The Anchorite

Late night, head to bed,
and nothing exciting happens.
The TV makes me feel like a freak,
I wish I was cool like David Duchovny.
Wake up about noon and stare at the ceiling until two.
The circus left town, but I’m still around.
I’m doing alright without you.
You gave me chills under the Ferris wheel.
I dug on your metaphysical appeal.
But the world has taught me one
Can never be loved
Who is as sweaty and ugly as me.
Please don’t write, please don’t call,
I’d rather be all by myself.
And I’ll sing along with Kurt all night long
In the basement of where i grew up.
I’m fine, I’ll be all right.
I’ll probably drain my limbs tonight.
And I’ll be so pleased
At the sweet release
That I’ll never be lonely again
I'll never be lonely again.
I'll never be lonely again.
I'll never be lonely again.
I'll never be lonely again.
Goodnight.