Tracing your words with my fingertips Terribly awake in these small dark lonely sacred hours That blinding L.C.D. 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 As this of letters and fanzines helps pass the 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