No one came to my party

The letterbox’s empty cos’ there’s no mail
The cake isn’t tasting as great as it should
The wine’s going flat and the beer’s no good
And all the tasty food is going stale
The music’s loud but there’s no dancing feet
Where there should be voices, there’s only silence
This solitary existence makes no sense
And there’s no one at the front door to greet
But no one’s listening cos no one does care
Since no one bothered to know, no one knows
And as this day’s been invaded by lows
What good is a party when no one’s there?

I shouldn’t be crying on my birthday
So dig me a grave where in I can lay


12th June 2003