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Tonight, I'll go to bed sober and hungry and hope that tomorrow I'll wake up early enough to get all the things I need to get done, done. I won't waste another day off doing nothing. So I crawl into my bed and pull the dirty sheets over my dirty head. I'll lie still and listen to the bugs on the walls remind me that I'm not alone, although... All my friends are moving away and being replaced with cell-phones and text on a web-page. And it's getting harder to keep up connections when everyone just gets further away. Today, I'll wake up wrecked and useless and hope that the next few hours that pass will be painless as I sit alone in this awfully empty apartment. I could read a book or write a song, but why would I? It'd be pointless. Cause my mind turns to soggy shoes and warm woolen scarves. And all this talk about going back to the start is breaking my heart. Cardigans and coffee shops won't keep me from falling apart. From Letras Mania