The paint on these walls are chipping off.
The steps in this house and crumbling slowly.
This house just isn't enough.
At least, that's what I thought till I became lonely.

These jeans are so not in style.
It's so old-fashioned and not me.
Yet they still make me smile,
but that only happens when I'm lonely.

This movie is sometimes what I prefer.
It has some of the best action scenes.
Yet there are times my opinion will transfer,
and it's only my preference when I'm lonely.

I'm the movie, the jeans, and the house.
I'm only wanted when he wants to get cozy.
It drank the happiness out of me like a louse.
He only needs me when he's lonely.