The word “I” is pretty lonesome
The word lonesome is not as lonely as I
I am lonely with myself
I lost myself again, I see…
I might have just have been lost at sea
Where will I find me?
Do you ever think about me?
Did you erase me from your memory because it was too painful?
I still miss what you threw away
I took the trash out Tuesday night
And I missed you Wednesday morning
I found a song that reeks of you
I almost went to the dump to look
All I found was a clean brook
I don’t think I knew you, before you turned into a sad crook
In that brook, I tried to baptized myself in the cleanliness and got a little lost
And sometimes I have a hard time putting on my holey socks
And sometimes I forget about the locks
I is lonesome
I need guidance; I can’t learn from trash
I'm better off lonesome