L O * E L Y (nov twenty-seven)

L O N E L Y When they sing about their love it makes you cry You go runnin by the water at midnight One hand grips the phone, the other a screwdriver Return to the empty home, you're still alive You're good at being alone but you're the loving kind Lying belly down on the kitchen hardwood Sink into the feeling until it feels understood L O N E L Y You're good at being alone but you're the loving kind L O N E L Y You're good at being in love but you're the lonely kind L O N E L Y You're good at being alone but you're the loving kind L O N E L Y You're good at being in love but you're the lonely kind)