Insanity at its finest |
I pricked my finger open on the thorn covered stem of the rose that you left inside of my mailbox Expecting so much to be over you Imagine my surprise to see myself bleed over you The overview of the picture in my head shows an older view I could have sworn I saw you smile Not that I take the blame or proclaim that was my aim but there we were and here we are with nothing much else left to say on the matter You make me crazy Isn't that crazy? I talk to myself when even I'm not in the mood to listen and ask myself what on Earth a mile in your shoes must have felt like Weighed down to the breaking point Dropping purple glass petals just to see what shattering feels like It makes me crazy Up the block and down the street, in and around every bend crazy Have you ever been that crazy? I must have been so crazy You lift me up and I let you down Chambered a round and went gun metal crazy for you Forgive me, baby I shied away from your eyes Tied away my lies to be told on some other night Rush of fever Memories linger at their leisure Leave the light on when they're gone And it makes me crazy Criminal crazy when you're gone |