‘Some of you out there has made some decisions recently to leave somebody that you love, thought loved you, thinks still loves you, and you still can’t find a way to work it out. And if you done it three days ago then you’re still on the straight and now. But if you done it three weeks ago it’s getting tough. It’s getting tough to hold on ‘cause those dreams are coming in, yeah. Things happen you want to tell the other person about, you know what I’m talking about? Yeah, then you start getting the dreams where they’re cool. You wake up like ‘Oh, I think they’re actually cool.’ Nah, that’s just dreams messing with you, all right. So, a lot of people here are trying to stick to their guns. But now it’s getting harder and harder not to write back. ‘Cause when you resist, they persist. That’s just how it goes, right? But I’m here to tell you that you are not psychotic. You are not crazy, you’re just lonely, and loneliness is a hell of a drug. Loneliness is a hell of a drug. So I’m here to take over your brain for a moment if that’s how you actually feel and remind you; do not have contact. Do not have contact, I don’t care how lonely you get. Loneliness is part of it, right? You’ll be lonely, but I know you’ll be OK. You’ll be lonely, but I know you’ll be okey, ‘cause good love is on the way. So when that Blackberry goes off, or that iPhone goes ‘brrrfff brrrfff’ and it is who you think it is; turn it over and go back to bed, and sing yourself a little lullaby.
— John Mayer, Mid-Perfectly Lonely, Noblesville, 2010.