I use to fall asleep In front of the TV I wish I had shoulders to put my head on I get drunk every night I give my cat a smite Cause he never understand a word I say I can feel the clay Something with delay Then I do the dishes No one to dry the glasses No one to tell me "go to bed, now it's late" I take my clothes off I throw them on the ground No one to tell me "can you put them away" I take my book in bed The story of a man Who says, in tears, "death, but not loneliness