I don't sleep, because sleep is the cousin of deathnDown the hall, there's a kid that I knownHe's kind of quirky, so I say hellonHe's so sarcastic, but he's always rightnWorking on those problem sets late into the nightnMAD Magazines sit piled by his bednA million brilliant thoughts going all through his headnWe bike to class in the autumn rainnHe tells me that he's fine but I know he's in painnPat I miss you dude it's so hard to say goodbyenIn Europe last winter you were tired of the lienMonoxide in the bathroom but the door was lockednWe were always there for you, you could have called and talkednI felt guilty and alone and so sick when I discoverednYou did it in Berlin, you'd just talked to your mothernI guess it was too much, depression disillusionnMaybe suicide's an answer, but it wasn't the solutionnnCHORUS:nAnd I wish that you hadn't done itnCould have won it and moved on from itnAnd we could have grown old togethernBut instead you'll always be 23...n23nnWe sat together one night on El CaminonOn the bench by the bus stop hiding from El NinonYou told me your secret, I just sat there in shocknYou couldn't tell your parents, you couldn't break that locknCognitive dissonance, trapped in your shellnDepression and regression made your life a living hellnThe pain was too intense, the fence too strong to breaknSo you went to Germany, it was too much to takenYou came back broken hearted, distracted by the dreamnThe worlds collided now, college wasn't what it seemednYou went back to Berlin to find yourself once morenThey broke down the door and found you lying on the floornI took the Amtrak up the coast, your mom met me at the stationnI went to see your house and photos of your graduationnWe drove to your grave, no tombstone where you laynYour freshmen yearbook's by your bed and your room's in disarraynnCHORUSnn(vocal samples recorded spring 2003)nLars: Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to meet a good friend of mine, this is Patrick Wood!nPat: What's up Lars?nLars: What's up Pat?nPat: How you doing man?nLars: Good. What do you think of me having my recording equipment take up three quarters of our small room in the Kimball dorm?nPat: It's no problem man, I love you.nLars: I love you too Pat.nPat: Thanks Lars.nLars: Pat Wood! Hey that's younPat: (Sarcastic laughter)nnCHORUSnnSuicide sucks!