I'm tired of being alone
And watching TV on my side on my phone
Before I drift off into restless sleep
And I'll wake up to emails and texts
And pictures and shit that I haven't seen yet
It's so empty sending reactions
Wait, is this the part where you tell me
That things will start looking up?
I'll wait, though it's hard
Could you tell me when
Things will start looking up?
I'm tired of being alone
And wandering aimlessly inside my home
Before I realize the day's gone again
And I'll lay down with emails and texts
And pictures and shit I still haven't seen yet
It's not them, it's just the way I am
Wait, is this the part where you tell me
That things will start looking up?
I'll wait, though it's hard
Could you tell me when
Things will start looking up?