Isolation is a Killer

She goes out on the porch, and she looks up at the stars.

She suddenly realizes where she is.

Well, you have got to give it to her.

What was she supposed to do?

Isolation's a killer.

Hydroxyzine on the shelf.

She's loathes misunderstanding.

She certainly doesn't seek temptation nor indifference.

Can you listen to her?

Isolation's a killer.

Oh, can you gaze into her eyes?

And remember that her favorite color is: purple.

Oh, maybe one day, she wants to write a book, and you can give her some pointers.

Oh, don't you know, isolation's a killer?

Isolation is a killer.

It's cold, and you're sheltered;

Isolation is a killer.