Powerless
The heater’s on but
My water’s cold
Streetlights stretch away
From my home
I don’t care,
I’ll live alone
Who said I needed
Someone at home
I can live alone
Don’t need a happy ending
I’ll sit in the dark
See how pretty the world is
The moon shines bright
Through my window
It’s only right that
I love this world
But someone please
Explain to me
How only I have
No electricity
All the earth
Except for me
Understands this
Strangely universal thing
I’m surrounded by
These silly grins
Love pulses through
Their golden veins
When's my time coming?
When can I feel the same?
Well the heater’s on
And my water’s cold
But that’s okay-
I’ll make myself at home.
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