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we made our way through downtown
talking and laughing all around
you said the most outlandish things
about the plight of the polar bear
it all meant so much to me
to have someone who tried understanding
just another week night
more time to try to get fried
i just had other things in mind
tired of worrying when you passed out
and the doors you hid behind
fast forwarding through wasn't meant for you
giving up on what giving up means
misusing that which stores your energy

I can only hope someone hears your stories
that your dreams meant something
i don't know if you acheived feeling nothing
if that's what you really wanted
from those of us who know
it's a particulary lonely way to go
in the bookstore
see the words as they pass
until the last runs out of gas
that's what we're waiting for
aren't we?