Corny, but true

I love my people in East Meadow...
Goddammit...Joe, Mike, Dan, Nunes, Kari, Raul, Andrew, Nicole, Nicole, Castro, Paul, Cerdelli, and freakin' everyone...I love 'em all...
They're awesome, and shit, I'd do just about anything for any one of them...seriously...

But I feel "separated" from them...I don't know...it's hard to explain...
Cause I haven't been around...less contact, you start to grow apart...
You just play "catch up", maybe talk about the good old times, it's hard to find things to talk about, hard to find things to do...
Feeling and attitudes change, it's inevitable...
I don't know, maybe it's just me...

"Take a bath with consecrated water from the shrine
And wash away the mud of all the miles you left behind..."
Stone Temple Pilots, "Transmissions From A Lonely Room"