Flying Solo

Here I am
Alone at last
Won’t you come here
Fill my glass
And I miss her
Miss her stink
And I mislaid my heart
And I’m running out of ink

Flying solo
So low

I know you like it in the dark
Let’s skip the sex and go straight to the pillow talk
Cos it’s the intimacy that I miss
The mystery more than the kiss

Flying solo
So low

And now it’s gone
The future’s hidden
Might’ve
Could’ve
Should’ve
Didn’t

Flying solo
So low