I used to sit in a bookshop and read alone


    And I used to go home and be alone


    And then I used to sit in the corner of the cafeteria


    Only once it was closed though


    And I’d...be alone


    And then I sat in the classroom after class with the teacher


    And I felt alone


    Except sometimes he shuffled his papers around


    And that was too much noise for me, but once he asked


    “Why don’t you listen to music while you read?”


    Because all that’s on the radio are these angsty teens


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    And it’s not that I don’t get them


    It’s just that I’m a hypocrite


    I used to sit with these kids at school who asked


    “Did you go out and party last night?”


    And I’d say no I was alone last night


    With a flashlight and A Study in Scarlet


    Teachers called me a poet in first grade


    I didn’t know what that meant I just knew


    That I liked the characters I wrote about better than them


    I’m cool with writing alone


    But this computer goes so slow


    I had to break it


    Except now I have to write downstairs


    But I keep getting kicked out of the living room


    Since 2 AM is “too late” to stay up writing


    Is it just me or is the world too cacophonous?


    I’ve got this 12 year old cousin who plays baseball


    And at midnight he still won’t stop waking me up


    Even though he’s got a game at 7 AM


    And I have to waste time on the weekend with friends


    All so that people will leave me alone


    It’s long since time I built my social life a funeral pyre


    And at least use it to light the sky on fire


    So people know I exist


    Even though I’m not around a whole lot


    At least solitude is quiet


    And I like the quiet