Testo I Miss Strangers

You were by my side on the frontline
Do you remember? Do you remember?
Due casualties of the punk wars
Buried in leather, in leather

These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends
And waves of conversations break in on shores of my head again
Furnishments dumpstered or groundscored
You didn't need money, not money
Everything you own in a hatchback
Battered and musty, musty

These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends
Dives filled with hopeless drunks sinking deeper into their sins
Try to be here now, I only ask you when

Reach out
Reach out
Reach out, to what is choking you
To what is choking you
Reach out, to what is choking you
To what is choking you
These days I miss strangers more than I, more than I miss my friends
Waves of conversations break in on shores of my head again
Try to be here now, I only ask you when
Try to be here now, I only ask you when
Try to be here now, I only ask you when
Try to be here now, I only ask you when