I took one hundred steps to your front door.
The rain poured down.
And I've got all the time you need, but you don't got a minute for me.
And I wrote one hundred songs about the same girl, about the same things.
Do you want me? Do you need me?
Do you want me? Do you need me?
Oh, are you better off alone?
I told myself one hundred times,
"It's the least of your worries and you'll be just fine".
But I've got a way to make things work
but you said, "Get a life" and you called me a jerk.
You wrote one hundred things after the phone stopped to ring.
Go ahead and say one hundred words.
Hell, you can shoot one bullet and kill two birds.
The word on the street is that I'm not enough.
I hope you heard. I hope you heard.
I don't want you. I don't need you.
I don't want you. I don't need you.
Oh, I'm so much better off alone.
(So how are the stars tonight in Hollywood?)
Oh, I'm so much better off alone.
('Cause I'm watching the planes back home.)
I'm better off alone.
Alone.