Neil Gaiman knocks me out again in

(to listen to this beauty go to http://www.myspace.com/perilyons) I Google you late at night when I don’t know what to do I find photos you’ve forgotten you were in put up by your friends I Google you when the day is done and everything is through I read your journal that you kept that month in France I’ve watched you dance And I’m pleased your name is practically unique it’s only you and a would-be PhD in Chesapeake who writes papers on the structure of the sun I’ve read each one I know that I should let you fade but there’s that box and there’s your name somehow it never makes the pain grow less or fade or disappear I think that I should save my soul and I should crawl back in my hole But it’s too easy just to fold and type your name again I fear I google you Whenever I’m alone and feeling blue And each scrap of information That I gather says you’ve got somebody new And it really shouldn’t matter ought to blow up my computer but instead…. I google you