HWDYDT

All he does is write his songs
Thinks about what he did wrong
Calls his friends on the phone
Still feels like he's all alone
Hey what did you do today
It doesn't really matter anyway
There's no comfort in talking to anyone at all

Everyone wants to disappear
No one wants to stay in here with him
So he finds things to do
Find someone to be of use
Hey are you really okay
You'll figure how to love again someday
But it's useless pursuing a friendly interlude