Robert Smith Is Still Lonely

10:15 Saturday night
And the tap drips under the strip light
And he’s sitting in the kitchen sink
And that tap drips…
Robert Smith is still lonely

Is it the post-modern condition
Or just feeling sorry for oneself?

What about me?

Why is the bedroom so cold
You turned away on your side
Is his timing that flawed?
Their respect run so dry
Ian Curtis no longer has problems

What about me?

Glorious youthful angst
Turns into bitter self-flagellation

Flail away

What about me?

Still lonely with problems
I guess
Whatever