Where did you go? We haven't seen you in a while and life has a certain ebb and flow; who knew your lowest ebb would be this low? You are a pager, the world's a cell. You are the dial-up that connects to AOL. You once were vital, now who could tell? Although you're not quite yet a dinosaur, there's one foot out the door. It's wearing British Knights now. You're like a pay phone or a video store: we don't see you no more. You are the last cassingle. Where have you gone? One day you're everywhere we look and then the next you've been withdrawn. What used to thrill us now earns a yawn. You're Crystal Pepsi, you're Lemon Brisk. You are the hottest new release on laser disc. You're an investment no one would risk. You are the laugh track on Empty Nest, you are the lone remaining Myspace friend request. You seemed so timeless; who would have guessed? You are the last one-hour photo mart, you're Patrick Nagel art. All dressed in, all dressed in Hypercolors. Some call it progress but it's still so weird: you've all but disappeared. You are the last cassingle.