In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, December 7, 2018
I miss everybody (rewrite three)
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 nights
I'm sitting alone
I guess it don't matter
you keep moving on
but I miss everybody
there are so many things
I still haven't done
I miss everybody
there's no end to new things
under the sun
but I miss everybody
now I remember
what I used to forget
empty of wishes
and filled with regret
in a life spent in front
of a disheveled TV set
I miss everybody
the days are short
in mid-December
I miss everybody
it's so damn cold
since I can remember
I miss everybody
now as each day
draws to an end
I'm finding I'm thinking
about each one of them
now there's loneliness
where friendship had been
I miss everybody
I miss everybody
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