Late night, head to bed, and nothing exciting happens The TV makes me feel like a freak, I wish i was cool like David Duchovny Wake up about noon and stare at the ceiling Until two. the circus left town, but i'm still around I'm doing alright without you You gave me chills under the ferris Wheel. i dug on your metaphysical appeal But the world has taught me one can Never be loved who is as sweaty and ugly as me Please don't write and please don't call, i'd rather be all by myself And i'll sing along with Kurt all night Long in the basement of where i grew up I'm fine, i'll be alright. i'll probably drain my limbs tonight And i'll be so pleased at the sweet Release that i'll never be lonely again I'm alright... goodnight.