i hope you come to none
it’s done
i’m done it’s done
well done
well gone
well played well stayed
i cant wait
for what’s next
to an end
i just can put the done in its one
over due what can you loose?
just like a drug
i give you a shove
to what is none of done
and what can’t wait can’t say
and what i say is great
to what i’ve Lund
to what is done
Lund to a crud
i give you a shove
but more harder bigger worser
i heard ya but i don’t know ya
i don’t wanna get a good
if i could i would
but i should
and i would
but i could
and i did hope.

sometimes i miss you
but i just don't know who
sometimes i miss you in ways you cannot even fathom
in ways you could never wrap your head around
i have it down in writing
but it's not like you used to
i get mad at the small things
exactly like you used to
but i guess i'm just used to that
it's like that feeling when your hands
feel like their wrapped around my neck
gripping so f'king hard
i can't breathe
eventually that all started to stop
then i eventually drop down
into a void
a void of all my bodies
piled up
into one big mess of spilled soup
drooping...
and then i'm swimming in something far deep and away
into a cloud of just nothing.