I miss you the most,

How long will it mean anything

It's nothing to get excited over
You can write it over and over and over
Eventually
You can't even fight over
Nothing
To even be excited over
Odds are she'll stop calling me over
Just as I
Catch myself falling all over
Again
I find it over for good.

give me sum

The thought of no thoughts
The dream of no wishes
Looking to be found
Not trying but bound
To holler at them
And talk to you
Speak volumes
With no vibrations
An empty sea with no waves
Save, the ones we wake
Lives, with no stakes
Jive, with no snakes
Eyes of old rakes
Seeing you see me
Lie transparent
I can no longer imagine what I tend to forget.

I want to be somebody,
Before I make somebody.