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 found somebody new And it really shouldn't matter Ought to blow up my computer But instead…. I google you Written by Neil Gaiman