I become so lonely, baby 

that I don’t even have a baby


I’ve become obsessed

with UFOs


me and a bunch 

of ugly men


need to know 

about the universe


and want those distant 

awesome beings to know


they’ve got a friend in us 

even if we don’t have one in them


(we’re sort of used to 

that sort of treatment) 

◄ Let it happen to you

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