Now listen to this, I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat..
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned..immaculate..

Room filled with music and nothing more.
I hate to rhyme, but I really am lying on the floor.
I wish you were here, me and Pink Floyd.
Not to mention Brandon Boyd. {whoa}

Do you see how idiotic I'm becoming?
All babbling about this and that and nothing?
Listening to all our favorite songs
And living(/dying?) with being wrong.

And now my privacy has been raided
Forced to sypathize like they did.

Why do I look for anything in this austerity..

[It is difficult to look at the one you love that has and will never love you back, but it is even harder when they did love you, but will never again..]