There is no place more lonely
than 1 in the morning
and realizing that
there’s no one to talk to…No place more lonely.
You scan through your
cell phone’s phonebook
Wishing that
You had a friend with who you can speak,
And just dump all these thoughts on,

But there’s no one,
So you pour another 7 And 7,
and another,
Until you fall asleep,
And wish for the next day when the
Headache

Brings another weekend before
Another week of
Winter.