Drink, and drive me home,
crashing down online to find
friends and lovers past
looking out for their own lives.

But is there nobody,
not looking out for me?

Watch the evening news,
demarcates the days we lose.
Sleep, and then wake up,
look around this couch to see

Whoa, my nobody,
not staring back at me.

Call logs and lost time.
I've found these lost lines.
Leadin' me round...
Leadin' me round...

10/28/2004

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Posted on 11/11/2004
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