I looked out my window today

Expecting you to be there

Writing hearts in the frost

That collects on the panes

In the mornings.

Instead I saw my old friend, No One

Who embraced me as I cried

And his cousin, Empty

Who laughed as I stared into

My destiny, Oblivion.

Mass orgies of Depression

Are going on these days -

Pass the good stuff

But I don’t let that bastard, Inevitable

See me when I’m down

Cause he’ll run back to you, Love

And let you know lately about

The company I keep.