I don't have anyone to impress anymore
So I'll let my hair grow til it reaches the floor
And stay up all night til my eyes turn red
And drink all those self-deprecating thoughts out of my head
I don't have anyone to seduce anymore
So I'll remove that 'do-not-disturb' sign from my door
Fix a lock to the handle, swallow the key
Nobody's gonna try and disturb me
I don't have anyone to inspire anymore
I could muse and enthuse, now I just bemuse and bore
I could write you a sonnet - no that'd be daft
When all I can compose is my own epitaph
I don't have anyone to love anymore
So I'll let my hair grow til it reaches the floor
And stay up all hours til my eyes turn red
And drink all those thoughts of you out of my head