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Lately I've been thinking about two words: Solitude and loneliness.
By definition, it hurts to be lonely, and solitude is just fine. It is said to be the glory and exuberance of being on one's own, but,
lately,
I don't know that word. It's like every day I don't wake up with the sun, but
every day I wait up by the phone and nights that I sit waiting for you to come home.
"Be safe and watch yourself, the drunks are out at night while you're driving blitzed.
And death to the one who might hit you, and death to me for not being right there in the passenger seat when they throw you off the road. Death to the world that comes after you, because that world doesn't exist. The whole night reeks while I worry myself to death by the phone, alone, waiting on you. Solitude didn't come in the dictionary I bought." I say.
And when you put yourself down, you must hear me, screaming "You are so radiant, you're the streetlight when I can't get down this old sidewalk. Your world is real and right. You don't play the games the rest of us play. You haven't got this syndrome, baby, shake off this world. I don't know how to say the right things to you, because I know there's nothing right I can say to justify myself before you. The life I live is what I give to you. It's never the life you deserve, and I am hardly the man that this man wants to be for you, but it's all I can give to you, and I just want you to take it, and when this world shits on us, I just want us to make it. I put white out in my dictionary for you, I hope you like it."

Description
Lately I've been thinking about two words: Solitude and loneliness.
By definition, it hurts to be lonely, and solitude is just fine. It is said to be the glory and exuberance of being on one's own, but,
lately,
I don't know that word. It's like every day I don't wake up with the sun, but
every day I wait up by the phone and nights that I sit waiting for you to come home.
"Be safe and watch yourself, the drunks are out at night while you're driving blitzed.
And death to the one who might hit you, and death to me for not being right there in the passenger seat when they throw you off the road. Death to the world that comes after you, because that world doesn't exist. The whole night reeks while I worry myself to death by the phone, alone, waiting on you. Solitude didn't come in the dictionary I bought." I say.
And when you put yourself down, you must hear me, screaming "You are so radiant, you're the streetlight when I can't get down this old sidewalk. Your world is real and right. You don't play the games the rest of us play. You haven't got this syndrome, baby, shake off this world. I don't know how to say the right things to you, because I know there's nothing right I can say to justify myself before you. The life I live is what I give to you. It's never the life you deserve, and I am hardly the man that this man wants to be for you, but it's all I can give to you, and I just want you to take it, and when this world shits on us, I just want us to make it. I put white out in my dictionary for you, I hope you like it."