Fucker - Eels

Came home tonight I felt like I'd die of loneliness

Strange, you think popularity

Looking for a simple life, life ain't simple

Tired and sick but I don't wanna be alone

Could go to a party but I don't really want to

For now I'm sitting out here on my porch

Writing in the dark air listening to

My little black cat meaow

Trying to vent some of the terrible passion

That's coursing through me

Something about you something about spending

The afternoon asleep in your arms

I hate you, fucker