My stomach becomes hollower
The more I eat alone
I can hardly stomach

Getting you on the phone

I feel like an idiot

Every time I see you
And I feel like you're an idiot too


I say you look great
I've lost a lot of weight you say
My old clothes don't even fit

Remember my denim jacket

Of corse I do


You wore it all three years
Through camping trips and irrational fears


Australia
Olympia

Poughkeepsie
Oh Poughkeepsie


I'm sick and I'm tired
I shouldn't be singing
I'm gonna lose my voice

But it doesn't really matter

Because I've got no one

To talk to