You make me crazy, you know,
Walking, bounding around in jeans,
Blowing large bubbles from the gum,
At the end of your mouth.
You, ever think of me?
I do of you.
So much you’d think,
I have all the time in the world.
Is like I’m stuck in a loop of your thoughts,
Stupefied by my gazing into it,
To watch it spin around, watch it spin around,
To watch you.
Is just thinkings.
Is wonderings, of a stupid boy,
On a dame atop the billboard.
Are the room I need to seat in,
When I don’t know what to do.
Are everything, I need to hold on to,
When everything else is falling into I
You remind me of how, it feels,
To be okay.
You will think of me?
Even as an afterthought.