It feels like it’s the first day of the rest of your life.
And you’re not sure what to make of it, but you just made up your mind.
You’re not going back this time.
You’re never gonna get back your life.
You just move on and brush it off and buckle up for the ride.
Cause you’re on your own for what feels like the first time.
All alone.
And you kinda like it like that, a little bit lonely.
A little space to make yourself comfy.
Like that, a little bit of room to breathe, a little time to hear yourself thinking out loud.
A little bit nice and easy, mix up the scenery.
Misery loves company, but you like it a little bit lonely.
It feels like it’s the last day of your childhood.
And all the walls start falling down and you feel your heartbeat racing.
And all along deep down you always knew that your best days were behind you.
But the road ahead looks golden too.
Cause you’re on your own for what feels like the first time.
All alone.
And you kinda like it like that, a little bit lonely.
A little space to make yourself comfy.
Like that, a little bit of room to breathe, a little time to hear yourself thinking out loud.
A little bit nice and easy, mix up the scenery.
Misery loves company, but you like it a little bit lonely.
Just a little bit lonely.
And no one knows when the good old days are coming to a close, or a fresh start.
So I propose we all start looking up to see the good old days we make before they’re gone.
But you kinda like it like that, a little bit lonely.
A little space to make yourself comfy.
Like that, a little bit of room to breathe, a little time to hear yourself thinking out loud.
A little bit nice and easy, mix up the scenery.
Misery loves company, but you like it a little bit lonely.
Just a little bit lonely.
