“baby, i think i’m crazy and lately, everything’s hazy”
i used to write about the one that got away
as if he were the subject of the year, let alone day
i roll in my mind and believe i’ve attained life through pain
i see eyes and describe colors of the night
live in black and sway with cool, think of you and others
thoughts come quietly, i’m not a bother, it’s us and sadly, it’s quite solemnly
our shades were of another, your glow couldn’t be described with color
i love and it’s alright and i’ve said before, but it’s the truth
i slip as you dip — you take the last bite but honestly, i don’t mind
the fight isn’t with you, it’s with me and this life and the way i strive
i skip, sway my hips and dance with thoughts that lead to love
the kitchen, my mission and all the clues that led to you
the writing on the wall said no different
i’m not a magician, but i don’t need stitching
the prison you reigned, i thought of you every day
the vision, even the occasional pigeon
my religion was you just like the chicken was you
i’m not mad, i’m not sad and i’m not glad, but fuck – we were bad
the thought of you will always linger, how i caressed every finger and held on knowing eventually we’d timber; but it was alright, because at the time, all i wanted was your face as it was the only thing that could light up my day