I Love You

I’m waiting by the phone, found my dream around noon.

 

Like before, nothing’s real anymore, my midnight sky’s missing the moon.

Oh nothing good ever comes, miserable at best I wish I could float be a balloon.

Visible to me is I’m transparent to you, will I see you soon?

Everything always ends; will I come to be a loon?

 

You mean so much to me.

Occasionally I forget how to say a thing.

Unless you’re ‘aside me, my emptiness maintains.