Good LifeAfter O' Rourke's 2:10 A.M.

I hate it when you say you need me. You don't need me. I hate even worse that I need you. It kills me. When I was young I loved to be by myself, all alone. Now that I'm older I'm scared of myself, all alone. So lay with me, my love. I hate when you say you know me. You don't know me. What I hate even worse is I know you. You're no mystery. You refuse to acknowledge how much you can't stand who I am. I've been trying to tell you that I'm a terror of a man. I hate it when you call ... So lonesome after the bar. I know I should hang up the phone, but I never do. © 2019