3 weeks or so
Since we did that show
And now I'm alone
Yes I got a phone

But no one to call
Not even ghostbusters, fall
Is far off and till then I fear
Nothing from "friends" is what ill hear

Nightmares are back
Puting my mind under attack
Constant reminders of mistakes made
And that memories of you refuse to fade


But that doesn't matter, does it
The truth is , I act like I don't
Need anyone or anything,
But I need something in my
Life to be constant, aside from
The constant of being told I may move again