The evening light is gone.nI turn on a sad, sad song.nYou left me waiting and I left you exasperated.nI can't figure out where we went wrong. nnSometimes the phone rings; I think it's you.nAnd I'm not exactly sure what to do.nYou hang up on the answering machine.nI watch the phone's lights blink at me.nI guess it's wasted effort. nnThis apartment's got me down.nYour cat's hair still mats the ground.nThe bathroom still smells like hairspray.nDo you know someone who needs a roommate?nMaybe you could ask around.nnTake the cash, elaborate dreamsnTake the cash, wrenching dreams