I came home tonight
  I felt like I'd die of loneliness
  Strange you think, popularity
  I'm looking for a simple life,
  life ain't simple
  I'm sick and tired, I don't wanna be alone
  I go to a party, but I don't really want to
  So now i'm sitting out here on my porch
  writing in the dark air, listening to
  my little black cat miau
  I'm trying to vent some of the terrible passion
  that's coursing through me
  There's something about you
  There's something about spending the afternoon
  asleep in your arms
  I hate you
  Fucker