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You were by my side on the front lines
Do you remember?
Two casualties of the punk wars
Buried in leather
But these days I miss strangers more than I miss my friends
And the waves of conversations breaking on the shores of
My head again
Furnishments dumpstered or groundscored
You didn’t need money, not money
Everything you owned in a hatchback
Battered and musty
But these days I miss strangers more than I miss my friends
And the dive bars filled with hopeless drunks sinking deeper
Into their sins
And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when
Reach out to what is choking you
