I could have been seeing Conor Oberst tonight, but instead I'm stuck at home strumming my guitar imagining I'm at the concert. My friend Katie promised she'd call during the show and I hope she's telling the truth. I think I'm just going to give up writing all together because I'm starting to realize how much I suck. I’ll be your schizophrenic lover tonight Try to pretend I’m there Don’t call my telephone and don’t Talk about the amazing time we had Because it never was Erase my scent from your bed Pull the hairs from your head As you’ll eventually go bald Dreaming I was real I finished my shoes today and they are pretty sweet kicks. I'm also in love with the faint and YOU. Yeah, that's right...Katie called and I heard four songs live.