>I SIT AROUND AND WATCH THE PHONE, BUT NO ONE'S CALLING >CALL ME PATHETIC, CALL ME WHAT YOU WILL >MY MOTHER SAYS TO GET A JOB, BUT SHE DON'T LIKE THE ONE SHE'S GOT >WHEN MASTURBATION'S LOST ITS FUN
YOU'RE FUCKING LONELY
>He dresses incorrectly, no one told him how to do it >Talk to girls, but he's just too spotty >He dresses incorrectly, no one told him how >Seventeen, he not keen on being like anyone else >SO HE JUST PLAYS ON HIS COMPUTER GAME
>This is my private bed, this is where I lie at night >Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling >Waiting for a dream to come and get me out of here
>Here in my humble room at night >I often wonder what goes on out there >What makes them runs o scared >I often stare at the people passing by >But they can't see me through my window shades >Just like I'm not even there
>I don't wanna go to school >Just wanna be a fool >Just wanna play video games >Everything else is really lame >Just wanna play video games >All the time and every day >Parents say it's fryin' my brain >Just because I can't remember my name >I just wanna play video games >All the time and every day
-BLACK OUT
>Push it out, fake a smile >Avert disaster just in time >I need a drink, 'cause in a while >Worthless answers from friends of mine >It's dumb to ask, cool to ignore >Girls possess me but they're never mine >I made my entrance, avoided hazards >Checked my engine, I fell behind
>Remember when I was in >The grocery store, now's my time >Lost the words, lost the nerve >Lost the girl, left the line >I would wish upon a star >But that star, it doesn't shine >So read my book with a boring ending >A short story of a lonely guy
>>128451511 (OP) >I'VE GOT KITTY PRIDE >AND NIGHTCRAWLER, TOO, WAITING THERE FOR ME >YES, I DO
He went on to write a song about how was utterly torn apart by the amount of tawdry sex he suddenly had available on a whim no less than two years after that album, /my/tant.