February 15th - Hobo Johnson

The butterflies in my stomach have died

Now there’s lowly caterpillars that are waiting for the night to strike

And they’ve been dying to escape

The pit of my stomach’s a really dark fucking place

You know, my new friends are starting to know

Why my old ones don’t talk to me anymore

My ex knows why my last one’s my last one

Hey, guess why?

It’s all my stupid fucking actions

I’m-

I’m gonna be alone forever

I’m gonna be alone forever

But I’m getting used to the thought

Except late at night, you know, maybe I’m not

I’m gonna be alone forever

I’ll surely be alone forever

But I’m getting used to the thought

Except late at night, you know

(Maybe I’m not!)

She went to Columbia when I was in jail

I just wanted another apple when all she wanted was Yale

And that is the problem where all of this lies

I’m emotionally unstable, I’m just a crazy fucking guy

Who’s…

Who’ll surely feel alone forever

I’m gonna be alone forever

But I’m getting used to the thought

And in a couple years I’m gonna pay to make it stop

I’m gonna be alone forever

I’m gonna be alone forever

But I’m getting used to the thought

And in a couple years I will pay to make it stop