In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
I miss everybody (rewrite two)
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 I find myself wondering
where they have gone
I guess it don't matter
we just keep moving on
but I miss everybody
there are so many things
I still haven't done
I never was anybody
there is no end to things
under the sun
my pure blood is muddy
now I remember
what I used to forget
empty of wishes
and filled with regret
in a life spent in front
of my 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
there's loneliness
where friendship had been
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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