Too many friends
If I could give it all away, would it come back to me someday? Like a needle in the hay, or an expansive stone I've got a reason to declaim, Applications are to blame, for all my sorrow, My pain, feeling so alone I've got too many friends too many people That I ll never meet, I'll never be there for I'll never be there for, 'cause I'll never be there… I remember the times when I went for a drink, or a dinner, or whatever with someone, and it was just us. There, in that moment. Two of us, three of us or the whole gang. But it was just us. And when I traveled with someone for a weekend or a week, I was “stuck” with that person (or those people) during the whole trip. We had just each other, and eventually the people we’d met on the way. And it was so fucking good! Even during huge moments of silence or pure boredom, there were no distractions. Oh, how much I miss those liberating moments of pure boredom... So when the fuck all that went
