I've got to go. But I still glow. With feverish toes. And heavy eyes.
I close the book. So I can slowly hook. Myself into a dreamy night.
You are crazy. You are life. It won't stop going. Even if you call it a night.
Are you crazy? Are you right? It's all a damn question tonight.
I've got to go. I'm getting slow. It's all so pointless tho.
I'm walking in a sleep. And talking in my dreams. Feet light as air. Head heavy with my hair.
I'm starting to dream. Of apples in pie. Cherry delights. With slices of cries.
Are you high? No I'm sober as hell. I think in mazes. And can't be myself anymore.
Is your mind sore? Not anymore. Just swirls of races. And tongue tied traces.
This is me. I'm a bore. I just can't be myself anymore.
Are you ok? No I'm not. I just can't do anymore.
I can't think no more. But I do. So I'll just be. Confused.
I can't think. I can't stop. Let this be no more. Please. Let this be no more.