A Boy's Best Friend

I just don't fit in this placeTheir thoughts cast me out of hereTheir home has run out of spaceMy mind's already out of hereWon't you come along, dear?Won't you come along?Words that are spoke alonePhrases you will never hearEmpty rooms and a telephoneThat I will never useNever fearI am all alone, dearI am all aloneMy dogs come sit next to meA pack of dogs and cigarettesMy only friends speak no words to meBut they look at me and they don't forgetThat a boy's best friendIs his mother or whatever has become his pet