Writing la la la la la la just trying to find a melody that doesn't sound so alone, I'm lonely all the time It's the first day of spring I'm hotter than summer, but I feel like fall with my leaves strewn all over winter and there's snow inside Time use to tell me it's good to be alone, but clocks don't feel misery and I'm missing him for all the I's in my latter poems So I'm writing la la la la la la , just trying to convey loneliness as something beautiful, but it's dark outside and I can't help but wonder if night has fallen where you are, this is my lullaby