You didn’t bring a mop?
Oh no. I know what you’re thinking.
Do I look like a cleaning device?
I am not putting my head in that nasty water.
I am Cone Alone.
You didn’t bring a mop?
Oh no. I know what you’re thinking.
Do I look like a cleaning device?
I am not putting my head in that nasty water.
I am Cone Alone.
Please do what the sign says.
I am begging you.
I am BEGGING you!
I am Cone Alone.

Some may call me alarmist.
I think I am just cautious.
I am playing it safe.
I am Cone Alone.
All these young cones seem to talk about is getting their “steps” in.
Well, I’m too old to count my movements.
I’ll just stay down here, thank you very much.
I am out of step with the latest trends.
I am Cone Alone.

I was planning on calling you after so long.
I was planning on saying I’m sorry.
I was planning on telling you it was all my fault.
I was planning on crying, for once.
But I was out of quarters.
I am Cone Alone.

“Come out west,” they said. That’s where the action is. “We’ve got plenty of jobs out here,” they promised.
Well, I ain’t seen shit.
I can’t believe I left the city for this.
I am feeling deserted.
I am Cone Alone.

Who knew this would be so heavy?

I mean, is it even really safe for me to be holding this by myself?
Hey buddy. Hey. Hey!
Nothing?
I guess I can’t really ever trust anyone to help. I can only rely on myself.

I am not even getting overtime.
I am Cone Alone.
Oof. Ugh. Uhh.

Um.

I am crushed by the tremendous weight of circumstance.

I am Cone Alone.
I am normally buried this time of year, but this is ridiculous.
I am (snow) Cone Alone.

Happy holidays to all the fans and everyone constantly supporting this project, especially:
People see the tattoo and they assume.
They think they know me.
I lost my job eight months ago.
I was working on a street in Reston, Virginia. I was earning a steady check.
Then the construction was finished.
“No construction here,” they say to me.
I am out of luck.
I am more than you think.
I am Cone Alone.

