I'm a dirty belt buckle on the waistline of a man
Leaning over an all-star breakfast
Cup of coffee in his hand
Like a matching suit and tie in the clearance of a store
I'm getting awful tired of never being worn
It's funny the way things oughta be
The way I eat much candy but never have had cavities
So when I get to thinkin'
And my thinking's quite the mess
I think us lonely people could make something out of this
I'm that old t-shirt with the scoop neck stretched and the cutoff sleeves
The one that you've been missing but never thought you'd see
Like a second helping of grandma's famous dish
I'm not fond of liver but I can't say no to this
It's funny the way things seem to go
You spend all your wishing but on Christmas, it don't snow
So when I get to thinkin'
And my thinkin''s quite a mess
I think us lonely people could make something out of this
It's funny the way it never goes as planned
When Cupid shoots his arrow
You never know where it'll land
So when I get to thinkin'
And my thinkin''s quite the mess
I think us lonely people could make something out of this
