Misery
Ain't the kind of thing you talk about in public
More the kind of thing you practice in your home
Alone
And if no one is around
Can you hear the sound
Of a teardrop falling?
Misery
Ain't exclusive to the old or adolescent
I know I'm not the only one who's got it tough
You've heard enough
Baby-left-me stories in your time
And I don't mean to be jealous, but I am
Am I wrong in supposing that
An ear would be too much?
And when you say "how you doing there"
Well do you care
Or maybe do you just
Want me to tell you that I'm fine
Don't want to hear me moan and whine
Don't want to join me for a wallow
In self-pity?
Sexual frustration, excessive libation:
A quick, easy recipe for devastation
I spend my time sighing, perhaps wonder-whying
I find myself trying to ruin your day
So if you pass me on the street
And I seem a little worried
Or a tale of lost love peeks out from my eye
Walk by
You got so much going on now
You'll have to take a raincheck
You're up against a deadline
You left something in the oven
But come on, who are you kidding?
I'm sure your misery could use company too...
