self-care.

The lights are off, but the candles are lit

And I don't hate to miss you, but I wish that I did

The water is hot, and the music is loud

Slow dance in the dark to something sad and profound

And I'm still by myself; I'm not mad, I'm just lonely

And I cry in the shower, wishing somebody loved me

I'm far too young to ache like Atlas

with the weight of the world, miss my ignorant bliss

The sun may be out, but the weather is cold (cold)

And I'm still young at heart, but I am such an old soul (soul)

And as time goes by, I hope that I won't stay lonely