In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, December 8, 2018
I miss everybody (rewrite four)
there are too many people
I used to know
I miss everybody
I have no idea
of wherever they go
I miss everybody
once we threw parties
on neighbors' front lawns
now on Friday evenings
I'm sitting alone
wondering where
all my buddies have gone
I miss everybody
I once had people
knocking on my front door
I miss everybody
wherever they are
I don't see them anymore
I miss everybody
now I remember
what I used to forget
a trash can of wishes
overflowing with regret
trading real life
for that old TV set
I miss everybody
the days are short
in mid-December
I miss everybody
it's colder than
I can remember
I miss everybody
all those good times I had
are now at an end
I'm finding I'm thinking
about them again
now there's loneliness
where friendship had been
I miss everybody
I miss everybody
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