I've been drinking myself into a recluse
Because he turned your head like some rubik's cube.
I can't blame you for changing because I've changed too.
Now every side is incongruent.
The sound of a door shutting on it's own just reminds me I'm still alone.
My roommates are befriended ghosts, I'm always home, they come and go.
I resent that unhappiness is the ultimate form of self indulgence,
I give myself so much attention.