Crazy Too

Tell you angel I get sick
all the time in my head.
Tell you angel I get sick
and I stay still in my bed.

I keep my train of thought
I keep my train of gods
and the order I have you
I find myself a little odd.

Tick goes your facade light
the drum where you beat.
Your heartache must move
my dandy little led feet.

Take me where you want
send me there very happy.
From whence I came cold
and the weather so crappy.

Your scheming I do believe
you have a solution for me.
So I’ll put up with the lies;
I’ve put some at your feet.

Can you understand me no?
Youre caught inside a spell.
I live here inside it a shell
and try paint your sky well.

I refuse a dungeon I need light;
you’re gasoline my fiery side.
You go ablaze and raise a haze
and put a cease to my cries.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Harley Reborn says:

    Beautiful

    Liked by 2 people

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