Needle in The Hay

It comes and goes in waves,
But it never goes away
That boyish feeling:
Helpless and mad;
Only now I dont cry,
Don’t try to find why;
I just put on headphones and die,
Pretending my ghosts miss me
Listening to Elliot Smith, and avoiding Miss Misery
Oh how you feel like a Needle in The Hay,
When none but you knows you are lost.

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