Saturday Night's Alright

Nobody's there.
Nobody's listening.
Can't call, can't e-mail.
Gotta be mature.
Gotta sit here alone.
Dog's looking at me funny.
"Stop making that noise."

My love and my best friend were one in the same.
And having lost them...I'm not sure who I am.
I fearlessly invested the parts of me that she loved most
into her and us, to make us smarter, stronger, better,
and now there's nothing I like about me that doesn't have her face on it.

At 11:11, an old crush used to text me every day to "make a wish!"
But I kept that in mind long after, once we were together,
and when I looked at the time, I'd just hope that we could always be this happy.
At that time today I just wish I could hear your voice again.
It seems like a cruel punishment the universe has given me,
for not knowing the solution to a problem,
a solution that I was only taught by losing you and being punished.

No friends to call.
Nobody to visit.
The phantom feeling of your arms around my neck.
And this wail that I can't stop for the life of me,
Clutching a photo album like a cross.
As alone as I've ever been,
As alone as I always will be.