Tracing your words with my fingertips   Terribly awake in these small dark lonely sacred hours   That blinding LCD reminding me constantly   With every minute I stare pass   Trying to remember a home that I don't (not really)   This tape rolls on and the names of these songs escape me   I'll never know why they remind me of you   Everything reminds me of you   Tears only roll with the music   Hands soaked with saline don't do much for this headache   Wish I could find the words to say   A small stack of letters and fanzines helps pass this time away   Why do I waste this time   As glass in my eyes   Works its way to the   Back of my neck   I'll find solace   Scratching the parchment with this pen