On holidays, in lonely haunts
At closing time, in restaurants
I can't keep on pretending not to see
Yeah, I'm starting to suspect
Though I hope I'm incorrect
That maybe I'm the only one for me

Holding hands, starlit walks
Making plans, silly talk
All I see are couples in the street
I always had a hunch
I would crumble in the crunch
Yeah, maybe I'm the only one for me

Only one for me
Only one for me
Only one for me
I'll put my dreams high on a shelf
I'll have to learn to like myself
Yeah, maybe I'm the only one for me

Bended knee, honeymoon
Nursery, another soon
Into my mind, the thought begins to seep
If no one's fond of fucking me
Maybe no one's fucking fond of me
Yeah, maybe I'm the only one for me

Only one for me
Only one for me
Only one for me
I'll put my dreams high on a shelf
I'll have to learn to like myself
I'll put my dreams high on a shelf
I'll have to learn to like myself

Maybe I'm the only one for me

On holidays

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Writer(s): David Berman