I came home tonight   I felt like I'd die of loneliness   Strange you think, popularity   I'm looking for a simple life,   life ain't simple   I'm tired and sick, I don't wanna be alone   I go to a party, but I don't really want to   So now i'm sitting out here on my porch   writing in the dark air, listening to   my little black cat miau   I'm trying to vent some of the terrible passion   that's coursing through me   There's something about you   There's something about spending the afternoon   asleep in your arms   I hate you   Fucker