How Do I Feel Right Now?

This should be an indicator:

You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
With a single pillow underneath your single head.
I guess you decided that that old queen was more space than you would need.
Now it's in the alley behind your apartment with a sign that says it's free.

And I hope you have more luck with this than me.

You used to think that someone would come along.
And lay beside you in a space that they belong.
The other side of the mattress and box springs stayed like new.
And what's the point of holding onto what never gets used?

Other than a sick desire for self abuse.

And I try not to worry, but you've got me terrified.
It's like we're in some kind of hurry to say goodbye, to say goodbye, to say goodbye.

You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.

Lyrics via Death Cab for Cutie, "Your New Twin Size Bed" (Narrow Stairs). Also, I swore to myself that this blog would never be used to display personal/emotional banter; this is an exception, and I apologize.