It's the same old routine since you've gone away I'm waking up all alone every single day I'm taking care of myself but sometimes I think What if I slip and bang my head on the sink
Will the neighbor notice than I didn't go home That I don't pick up the telephone Or will she wait until I rot and stink When a big fat fly drowns in her drink
Black, Black is the new black Everytime I strive, I don't live I just survive
But I shouldn't let my thoughts stray God I am still alive, it's my lucky day The sun goes down and I'm doing fine As long as I stay away from every spine
The butcher knives and the microwave The magazines that cut like razorblades The sun goes down and I'm doing good I can let it go and pass out in the bedroom
Black, Black is the new black Everytime I strive, I don't live I just survive
Despite what I said, you'll always be more than just a friend to me.