It’s not because I miss you
I’m buying a box of tissues
I need to blow my nose
Need to blow my nose
Think I’m getting cold

Safe beneath the covers
Dreaming about my mother
She’s talking on the phone
She’s talking on the phone
It’s great to be back home, yes it is

I’m gonna rent a movie, gonna order sushi
Gonna do it alone
Gonna goto a cafe, gonna get some coffee
Gonna do it alone, gonna do it alone

Pain is what I’m feeling
There’s a pattern on my ceiling
Of tiny little stars
Tiny little stars
The kind that glow in the dark

You told me what could happen
To men intent on mapping
The corners of their hearts
The corners of their hearts
They tear themselves apart

I’m gonna take a train ride, gonna leave the east side
I’m gonna do it alone
I’m gonna get to Vegas, I’m gonna make it famous
Gonna do it alone, gonna do it alone

I’m gonna move a mountain, gonna swim in the fountain
Gonna do it alone, I’m gonna do it alone
I’m gonna start a business, gonna celebrate christmas
Gonna do it alone, I’m gonna do it alone
You don’t gotta be Jewish, oh you just gotta do do it
Gonna do it alone, I’m gonna go it alone
Don’t ask me if I miss you, you know that’s the issue
I gotta do it alone, gotta do it alone