I wrote a bunch of thoughts on a sheet of paper while listening to BMSR.

I sleep on missing you
And I burn as long
As my cord is pulled
You pull my plug and drain
Me. You forget about last night

I want to be next to your
voice,
But you
Stock it with
White holes
And black
Tar

Waiting in time is suspenseful
Surreal
In this instance
I'm trapped in the wait

Calm down and throw me up;
It's half
Over
And I'm half
Dead

Suzy you
Slept on me,
Only kept you up for
Half an hour
Suzy you
Slept on me,
Why not
Wait a little longer?

You don't really miss me,
You're just taking what the
Doctor prescribed
And kissing your mom
Before you sleep

I can't think that you don't care;
You can't be expected to sit on something
You don't mind

I want to cry--
Silence is better than a contribution
And reasons are floors
In a burning house
I can't get in
And you won't get out

Am I such an afterthought
That you don't
Get the eyes
That I have

If sometimes I have to be away
You're already
There, you're already
There

You never
Miss what's
Out of earshot

My tone must
Be lost and
Your ears must drown
The hurts falls
Off around midday
The control towers sleeps;
The signal decays

I'm left alone
To holes
And I creep into
Them at night, mom
Why keep me up and away?

I embrace that loving you
Involves investment with
Minimum interest

But I love you and these are all feelings
You have to understand that I hurt
Because three-fourths
Of my soul
Lie in
You.