Listen to the song:<\/p>\n
Spotify<\/a> I was out on the town, all alone Like red’s the new black, and black’s the new blue The kitchen is empty, the bedroom is cold Like red’s the new black, and black’s the new blue When love is long past its sell-by date When I reach the depths of despair Listen to the song: Spotify Other streaming platforms YouTube Lawnchair Rodeo Version I was out on the town, all alone Went back to our place, no one home Made dinner for me, when it used to be we Hard times, though, are a matter of degree It’s not the loneliest night I’ve had to date […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":462,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-667","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/667","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=667"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/667\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":695,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/667\/revisions\/695"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/462"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOther streaming platforms<\/a>
\nYouTube<\/a>
\nLawnchair Rodeo Version<\/a><\/p>\n
\nWent back to our place, no one home
\nMade dinner for me, when it used to be we
\nHard times, though, are a matter of degree
\nIt’s not the loneliest night I’ve had to date
\nAnd something darker could lie in wait<\/p>\n
\nIf awake’s the new sleep, alone’s the new two
\nI feel OK, so I’ll celebrate
\n‘Cause OK … is the new great<\/p>\n
\nShe’s moved on to another pillow I’m told
\nHer perfume still lingers, it’s in the air
\nBut I’m over that now, I don’t really care
\nI was number one, now I don’t even rate
\nI counted on love, did I miscalculate?<\/p>\n
\nIf awake’s the new sleep, alone’s the new two
\nYeah, I feel OK, if a bit desolate
\nAnd OK … is the new great<\/p>\n
\nYou’re on opposite sides of the Bering Strait
\nWhen pleasure is pain and passion is hate
\nHave you really suffered the worst possible fate?
\nAdmit to yourself, don’t dissimulate
\nOK … is the new great<\/p>\n
\nI think that I’m done, nothing more I can bear
\nI’ll sit back and think it coulda been worse
\nI may be stuck, but I ain’t in reverse
\nSo if you ask me about my mental state
\nI’ll tell you the hurt will dissipate
\nMy perfect’s now middling, each night’s a blind date
\nI’ll soldier on, won’t capitulate
\nI feel OK, won’t exaggerate
\nI feel OK, let me tell you straight
\nI feel OK, so I’ll celebrate
\n‘Cause OK … is the new great<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"