Lyrics Loneliness - American Pleasure Club

Loneliness

White truck parked, on a one way street
Outside the house with the cherry tree
Three cruisers, on the lawn
Shouting, «Come out"with their guns drawn
But we both know they won’t
Loneliness, loneliness
Loneliness could make somebody go crazy
Sorrow boy, I saw you on the train
With your head in your hands, I’ve felt the same
With your tired eyes, you looked just like me
And your hollow cheeks, you look like a dream that I forgot
I’ve felt that pain before when my phone wouldn’t ring
And I needed it, it’s the only thing
Loneliness, loneliness
Loneliness could make somebody go crazy