Hangman’s Chair
Loner
Wandering makes me feel
Like I am home
Downers are for lovers
This is the new low
My new low
An empty loner in shabby times
Shaky, anxious, shady past
A lot of time by myself
For myself
Purple neons reflection
In a pavement puddle
Double dosing depression
I’m in a bubble
Lock yourself away
From anybody
A lot time by myself
For myself
By myself, on my own, only
Don’t give them no second chance, it will never change
Not a chance in hell