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