Oh, mouse, it seems ill advised

For you to be traipsing about unsupervised

Really, it's such a shame that you've run out of places to hide

Oh, friend, it's not what it used to be

Though we are willing to sit idly

The days when we'd lie in the bed 'til the sunlight did cease

I've got to find something to do with myself

In lieu of your plane coming in

If it ever comes in

I know

I sound so pathetic

But you

Should know

That I don't regret it

My lovely sinner, come home

Oh, God, it's not right to involve you

But who else've I got to talk to

Really, it's such a shame that I've got no one to blame, save for you