O.K. from 11:59 by Dead Public

Speak you haven't talked to me in weeks. I checked the record store and your collection it was there and on repeat. I guess David hasn't seen in some time. He's homesick and he misses your replies. I told him you had died he died a lie. I can't live with only rumors of you. My thoughts consist of the painful preview. Look at the same old story and how it is told. There's a chapter missing but the pages fold. We're getting sadder as our shattered years grow old. And at the service you never said a thing. I raise the casket in the pouring rain. And you ran away and sold all of his things. I can't leave with only pictures of you. Five months are left and I haven't told you.