I'm not quite sure how to feel I miss you I suppose I guess this is the part Where I usually explain what's wrong All the new friends The ones I never asked for All huddled around I even gave them the blanket But that's not important What is? Right right This reminds me of home That night a few weeks Christ a few weeks All the old friends i made The ones I never thought I'd miss It's always the same situation isn't it? Sitting in the crowd Wishing I wasn't A victim of circumstance I'll scream from the roof I hate that term I need a drink I hate drinking I need you back I think you hate me Can I have anything? Other than the grave I dug myself of course I'll always have that