Solitude in Fries

At the table, all alone, Only shadows that have flown. French fries piled on my plate, A loyal friend, never late. Clock ticks softly in the night, Lonely hours, no end in sight. Stars above begin to sway, Yet no one comes my way. (instrumen) (Chorus) Crispy fries, oh so nice, crispy fries, my sweet vice, In the silence, they entice, memories linger, pay the price. Crunching softly, I'm alone, wishing for a friend on loan, Crispy fries, my heart's device, filling voids that won’t suffice. (instrument) Frying fries, feeling blue, Wishing for a chat or two. Crispy outside, soft within, Every bite, the thoughts begin. Dinner time with no sound, Just some fries, silence profound. Now the solitude meets me, On an empty plate, hardly. (instrument) (chorus) French fries, my lonely friend, In quiet nights, you comprehend, Crispy and warm, a flavor to blend, In solitude’s grip, you’re my heart’s mend. (instrumen) Days go by without a cheer, In this quiet, it’s all clear. French fries, my crunchy friend, In this solitude, I find my end.