Looking for some conversation   Thank God there's no one here   Interjection makes me weak   Looking for an explanation   On why it's so unclear   How my days have grown so bleak      Last rights, my settlement   Bestows its empty threats on all   But no one's here      Left for dead in isolation   The minutes seem like years   I'm a past tense so I hear   Left for dead, I complain   I'm the one who caused this pain   My selfishness will be the death of me      Last rights, my settlement   Bestows its empty threats on all   But no one's here      I fear my days have complicated   My affliction has immigrated   From the surface, to the bone   To this tattered soul   And I fear that it's contagious   And I fear its consequences   But I know it's just loneliness   And that's all      Looking for some conversation   Thank God there's no one here   Interjection makes me weak   Looking for an explanation   On why it's so unclear   How my days have grown so bleak      Last rights, my settlement   Bestows its empty threats on all   But no one's here