Текст песни I Miss Strangers

You were by my side on the front lines Do you remember? Two casualties of the punk wars Buried in leather But these days I miss strangers more than I miss my friends And the waves of conversations breaking on the shores of My head again Furnishments dumpstered or groundscored You didn’t need money, not money Everything you owned in a hatchback Battered and musty But these days I miss strangers more than I miss my friends And the dive bars filled with hopeless drunks sinking deeper Into their sins And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when Reach out to what is choking you