Loneliness - American Pleasure Club

White truck parked, on a one way street

Outside the house with the cherry tree

Three cruisers, on the lawn

Shouting, «Come out"with their guns drawn

But we both know they won’t

Loneliness, loneliness

Loneliness could make somebody go crazy

Sorrow boy, I saw you on the train

With your head in your hands, I’ve felt the same

With your tired eyes, you looked just like me

And your hollow cheeks, you look like a dream that I forgot

I’ve felt that pain before when my phone wouldn’t ring

And I needed it, it’s the only thing

Loneliness, loneliness

Loneliness could make somebody go crazy