can't beleive i've stooped to rhyming...

going out of my head and i don't think there's a cure,
might be nicer if you were here, but can't tell for sure.

left behind a pretty nice life - i guess if you don't mind the drugs...
all those hellos and goodbyes, rounds and rounds of hugs...

itching to call you up, see if there's room for beer...
i think it might be nicer if you were only here.