are you lonely?

the door...
and its for someone else
and its always for someone else
and i just sit and wish i was someone else
or somewhere else
because this gets old
this cold

what if someone reached out their hand?
what if there were arms
around my back and somewhere
for my head?


and then the phone...
and its for someone else
its always for someone else
and i just lay and wish i was someone else
or somewhere else
because this gets old
this cold

some say the world will end in ice
but i would set myself on fire
and burn