An electric fan   That keeps me company tonight   It's nights like this make   It easy to forget   Why we used to fight   ...it also makes it easy   To forget the words...   ...right...      An electric fan   That keeps me company tonight   It's nights like this make   It easy to forget   Why we used to fight   Love is an ember   Born to burn out   Well, I wish it would   No, I don't feel that good      Lately they blend   And blur with the scenery   Crowded rooms make it easy   To forget I'm lonely   The cat puked in my shoe   Guess it's fitting it would   But i, I don't feel that good      Regret's a useless word   Usually I try to avoid it   But sometimes it gets so quiet   That I can't remember the morals   But the part I can't admit   When you're thinking out loud   Is just a whisper   That feels like a shout   Oh, god, I made a mistake   I can't breathe without you      The cars driving by   They throw their lights   Against the wall   I should go to bed   Get out of this chair   And turn the tv off   Oh goody! I get to go to bed alone!   If I could get excited I would   No, I don't feel that good