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I'm sorry I have to go. I had a really nice time. It's nothing personal. I'm just tired and I've been losing sleep. Well if you really must know,my dreams have been filled with ghosts and fascimilies of friends I wish I could see.Oh and waves eroding the coast of Oregon. Whatever that means.Lately I haven't been eating, which I guess could be a good thing. Everything just tastes bitters since I tried psyphoning some meaning from our consistently cryptic speech.It never meant a goddamn thing.So put away the dirty glasses. Put on your poorly stiched coat. Take the needle off of the record because everyone you know has gone home. Stumble into the bedroom and crawl between your sheets. Dream of a house that's falling into the sea.Sorry I haven't called, SongtexteI guess I just hate the phone. And the wires outside my windows of my glass house surrounded by stones. Sometimes I lay awake at night and listen to the wind in the trees and wonder when our absence became a routine.So put away the dirty glasses. Put on your poorly stitched coat. Take the needle off the record because everyone you know has gone home. Stumble into the bedroom and pick up your cellular phone. Make all those calls you only make at 4am when you're stoned and alone. Aus Songtexte Mania