Do you miss me like I miss you? Was I at least good some of the time? Did our time mean anything? Do you ever think of me? Did I ever matter? What did I do wrong? What could I have done to fix it? But they can't hear you. They'll never hear these questions.
Gentle wind beckons loudly Moving leaves like clapping hands Reminding me of a quieter time I've never seen leaves change in the fall Here they just turn brown and die I long for a day I can watch gentle wind shower me in a storm of crackling fire shaped like leaves Gentle wind beckons loudly from a better place than here
Sometimes, there's nothing left to say So I sit there and stare off into space I can't think of anything else to say about how I feel Other than, ****.
It's kinda like Holy ****. But at the same time it's like Why did I do this? It's terrible And amazing Lovely And stupid Love is dumb Love is fun It makes me want to shoot myself in the hand with a nailgun Then go buy a rose to plug the wound with Such beautiful pain It's kind of like being in love
I'm floating on a see of stars at night Haunted by shark fins that carry your name My oar is half broken but I keep on rowing just to see if I can reach the end A waterfall to fall off of and splash down into something new Something without the thought​ of you