So this is how solitude commencesnWith a paycheck in hand and only ghosts to spend it onnTwilight injects a dose of mounting apprehensionnAlas, tomorrow's only nightmares awaynnApologies for misconstrued pretensionnRegret for every syllable that pumped the air between usnThe past subsists again given the circumstancesnAnd that's what I'm afraid of, yeah, that's what I'm afaid ofnnI have long conversations with the cultured televisionnAnd the silent companionship of the cordless telephonenBut my whole heart's devoted to a slutty corporationnAnd I swear she loves me back, yeah, I swear she loves me backnnWell these wages are happiness, I've got to start pretendingnDespite the absence of a single vivid memorynOf reassurance, of stage props set for actingnLife's a joke, someday I'm hoping that I'll get it