Obsessive Muso With No Friends

One more night alone in my room
Listening to music I think makes me cool.
It’s not cool being lonely, not cool being cold.
Not cool being someoen you wouldn’t want to know.

Now my room stinks like shit,
I’ve been in here too long.
Dwelling on lines in other peoples songs.
Saying “yes this is me,
your lyrics break through”
but I don’t deserve the lines I relate to