... it's tough figuring out what that little thing is that is missing. You put together everything to the very best of your ability.. you try and try... yet working out the bits that missing.. the bit that will transform everything.. because as far as you are concerned there is nothing better, nothing that can match it.
What is worse is the noises you hear.. noises that sound just as good if not worse. .. if not better.. And you can't understand why.
No you don't want to have to be their friends... you dont want to have to know him or her... you don't want to have to be "in".. and if that is what's missing then i will let the party come to me because that pole isn't going to be sucked any time soon.
Then there is the long hours.. the worry.. the little things.. the wants.. the wants that become needs.. the needs that just wont give up.. and then you are in a bind. And the more you listen the weaker it becomes.. the weaker you become.. the less you believe.. and you look at them, and hear them and wonder what the fuck they did... and you try harder.
Like everything, it's a big ol' circle, but we knew that from the start.. and if you are the only statistic on a page... if you remain to be just the number then it helps.. because it all starts with just a number... and we feel its only a second away.. 10,000... and we never see it coming.. post it somewhere.. and the world passes by the billboard... give that a go... drop it ... let it work a little ... let it work a little.
Then it's just a circle.. because with one there will be others.. its turning and you are just trying to hop on the right carriage.