Some lyrics.
If you talk to me, I’ll tell you
I like being alone,
‘til I’m alone and going crazy from the heat.
I try to go out Friday nights,
but I’m so tired from the week.
And it’s just small talk with the women that I meet.
What’s your day job? How’s the weather?
Would you like another drink?
That’s okay, I was just leaving anyway.
Time to curl up with my music,
maybe read another book.
This solitary life is so much simpler
than picking things to say.
