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.