1717 Lyrics

I sit in wintertime with all the windows down

And then I wonder why I feel so cold

Dressed to the nine, but I am skin and bones

I really feel I'll die before I'm old 

And I recognize

All my secondhand lovers

Had no chance to prove themselves

I reconciled

My burning bridges, pick up the pieces

Put 'em on a shelf 

It's been three whole nights

Since I have left my room

This socializing wrecks my comfort zone 

When this worlds too bright for my vampire eyes

My self-inflicted loneliness is home

And I recognize

All my secondhand lovers

Had no chance to prove themselves

And I reconciled

My burning bridges, pick up the pieces

Put 'em on a shelf  

And I recognize

All my secondhand lovers had no chance

To prove themselves

I reconciled

My burning bridges, pick up the pieces

Put them on a shelf 

To meet the aching gaze of me, my dog and no one else

And no one else

No one

Else