Alone?

Sometimes I feel so alone. I have friends, and they are great, but at the end of the night, I come home to a relatively empty house, save a standoffish cat.

Other times I feel I don't need anyone, and would be happy living as a hermit.
Maybe this is just the lie I tell myself to feel better about being alone.

I don't need a perfect girl. Just a set of faults that I can live with and love.
Why can't I find that? Or if I think I have, why is the timing always wrong?

-AllenKll