The cities hung low at the edge of my window
Like a bad idea, both windy and hollow
Silent as yesterday, loud as tomorrow
The polished, plastic, picture of sorrow

When I have something new to say I’ll say it to the moon
Perched atop it from a room with perfect alpine views
I’m hanging on the yellow wall when tigers used to smoke
Well, I remember vaguely what I used to know

Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone

I am sorting through imaginary loose ends
And I’m signing rainchecks for all of my friends
I’ll see you when I see you
And I loved you when I loved you
And I miss you I miss you

Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone