I found the lyrics but i cant find the song's name, or the singer:
Its 4 in the morning, the end of december,
Im writing you now just to see if your better
I hear that your building your little house,
Deep in the dessert, you're living for nothing now,
I hope your keeping some kind of record,
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair,
She said that you gave it to her, that night that you planned to go clear.
Did you ever go clear?