Loneliness is an ironic happiness
pervading my dreary soul

And the best thing my parents could do
was chain me to a piano bench
and hide me away in a room

because now I can tolerate the mistakes
that I have so ultimately made
and I can't remember why I"m doing this
but I know it has to be done

and don't take it personally
you really are a beautiful man
and I live within your touch
but I have to let you go

And I'm stuck in a memory of you standing by
my side, walking along an island beach
with no regard for time

I can't help but to stare at your picture
and remember the way that I would count the
hair upon your chin

And you took the place of the vodka underneath
my bed, and you were the antidepressant I should
have been given

But now I'm back to this chair
doomed to fermented comfort
with guitar in hand I reminisce
of all the plans
and all the words that you once said

And I loved the way our shadows intertwined
on the walls of your apartment
as the candle light shined

and your eyes had glowed
and I came alive when I first saw you
and I live in your touch
but I have to let you go

but I want to apologize for all these words
that i have said
and this I know will be the worst mistake
I will ever make

and I know it's too late to come home to your arms
for you are a beautiful man, and easily spoken for

so I live within the memory of your touch
and I .. let you go