Diana Lawrence

I’D RATHER BE LONELY

I’d rather be lonely, oh I’d rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.
There’s something in your smile that makes me cautious.
There’s something in that stuff that’s in your hair that makes me naucious.
I’d rather be lonely, oh I’d rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.
And maybe there’s a decent guy beneath that sweaty shirt and tie
but I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely,
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.

I’d rather be stranded where life has never landed
than listen to another word from you.
The things you say are vapid and moronic
and each time you gesticulate, you spill your gin and tonic.
I’d t rather my thumbs puncture both my fragile eardrums
than hear another peer come out of you.
I never thought a man could be so drenched in mediocrity.
Oh, I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely
yes I’d rather be lonely than with you.

Oh why,
why did I come to this place?
Why did I look at your face just when you looked at mine?
Oh, I could fake an aneurism,
or a freak psychotic schism,
or if I much longer tarry
faking won’t me necessary.

I’d rather have needles poking both my eyeballs as I’m choking
than be less than twenty miles from you.
If you don’t step away from my, I swear I’ll stab you with my car key.
I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely, I’d rather be lonely…

I’d rather eternity with Hitler, heartburn and Kenny G
than spend another second here with you.
I’m sprinting home with all my might
to Hagen Daas and Nick at Nite.
Oh I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.