You were by my side on the frontlines Do you remember? Do you remember? Two casualties of the punk wars Buried in leather, in leather But these days I miss strangers more than I 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, and musty But these days I miss strangers more than I More than I miss my friends And the dive bars filled with hopeless drunks sinking Deeper into their sins These days I miss strangers more than I More than I miss my friends And I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when I'm trying to be here now, but I'm only asking when