Most Of The Time

There were only three people left for him to say hello to.  And two of them were adults.  His hair was never combed, and his shirt was never ironed.  And his teacher only said two words to him.  And his mother wasn't home for dinner, but she did leave instructions for the casserole.  And his dog didn't want to sleep on his bed anymore.

He wrote a song about misery, and he called it love.