My stomach becomes hollower
The more I eat alone
I can hardly stomach
Getting you on the phone
I feel like an idiot
Every time I see you
And I feel like you're an idiot too
I say you look great
I've lost a lot of weight you say
My old clothes don't even fit
Remember my denim jacket
Of corse I do
You wore it all three years
Through camping trips and irrational fears
Australia
Olympia
Poughkeepsie
Oh Poughkeepsie
I'm sick and I'm tired
I shouldn't be singing
I'm gonna lose my voice
But it doesn't really matter
Because I've got no one
To talk to