You are almost there, mate.

I'm better alone

and lucid, or almost lucid.

Every dickhead living on this planet

seems to be hanging well

with their coolness and

sweet talk to the sweet ladies.

Me, i'm cool alright

I'm cooling off, getting colder and dryer

not much sincere smiles

and not much bear hugs

and couple fights or

anything to create a couple at all,

mate.

They look like they're doing fine, son.

Better than us

but the hard reality is that they are as fucked up

as I am.

In their own personal ways

on their crazy brand new rags

with crazy sweet girls everywhere for them

and amazing unforgettable nights.

Seems so far away from my nights

My night

My night alone

With everybody at my feet

But feeling lonely as always

as always.

I get the feeling from time to time that

I'm way better alone, by myself

But I don't know...I couldn't know.

Maybe this makes me lucid

or not.