Am I doing fine?
I’m double taking,
Performing second nods, three times now
What’d you say? Explain a little more.
I don’t understand,
I’m sorry, I just can’t comprehend!

You don’t know that I don’t,
And I envy that you do,
Let me be like you.
Stare at things in contempt all day long,
Fuming with hate, wanting something new.

You’re screaming the score in ephemeral nights,
No one’s listening is a whisper under the carpet.
I’m shaking with excitement, god I love you.
This night’s fine, just fine, fine, fine!
Let’s run down the road, behind the construction zone.
We’ll meet you in the morning, somehow.

Give me your mind,
I’m crawling on my shins.
Lean me backwards into madness, please.
Places no one’s ever been, we know,
The thoughts never thought, we thought them twice now.

Frantic, frantic,
Give me a piece of crazy.
Lovely, lovely,
I’m swooning for these times.

I’m glad now that we can sit and realize;
That I lose myself in digging up bones,
Putting back together dead leafs of sanity.
No time to shovel it back, leave the mess.
The only thing we have time for-
Is more, more, more, more, more!

I’m burning bright in night skies these days,
I’ve lost my mind, with an ability to claim
That I’m a catch; I’m a damn good find.
And the frantic is an underlying fact,
It’s unavoidable and annoying but a must-have.

Heat seeking for fire-life times,
I can’t find your times, I’ve lost your eyes.
I’m screaming under lights,
There’s a complete absence with your gone.
I never imagined,
You dug me a grave to excellence.
I never wondered our life long penance.

So stuck now,
I’m leaving traces of negativity,
Falling now, falling to disgrace,
Burning to simmering, a slow cooking dry
In my eyes from watering memories to keep you alive.

BACK, BACK, I NEED YOU BACK!
I swear on fucking time!
My swoon has became far more than fascination,
I’m a neurotic, and so psychotic now,
Running in circles, whispering lies,
Screaming out to nothing about nothing being nothing!

Burn out, please,
Burn out to ashes,
Doused in water,
I plunge further, further, further now.

A forgetful overdose every day,
It kept all those ghosts away,
I’ll get back to you in the meantime,
Who are you again? But who am I?
It’s been years since I’ve been me,
Who have I been since then, and where did last I lye?

Gutter-gutted, I forgot what it was I had to find,
I think I had a goal, three or four years ago.
Where have you been? Who are you again?
I’m waiting for you to pop up and slap my hand,
Telling me No, no, no, fucking no!
You’re doing this all wrong.
You lost what you had.
And to question me a question I know well,
What have you now?
Nothing, Nothing,
It’s all gone now,
Far more than crazy now…

Desperate, but quiet, I’m spinning,
Too dizzy to decide a thing.
I’m not waiting. I’m not thinking,
I’m wondering, mostly wishing and wanting,
Back in those shoes, back in those thoughts.

I don’t understand, just can’t comprehend,
What the fuck happened to me.

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