Where are you?
And I'm so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight;
I need somebody and always.
This sick, strange darkness
comes creeping on, so haunting everytime-
and as I stared I counted
the webs from all the spiders,
catching things and eating their insides;
like my indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason.
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?
-'I Miss You', blink-182
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