The thoughts upstairs are warm with crazy
sitting in private we can brush it all away.
When you lie from behind the image
we appreciate it;
because you're revolting in a make believe way and it gives us a reason to break your heart. the exit sign in sight.
The frantic fit of lust crashes,
can you tell me now how it use to be.
We are not crazy,the lessons you learned were encrypted,
because it's effortless with us, in a make believe way-
and it gives us a reason to tell tales that you soon forget.
Sleepless nights,
even on the quiet street.
We cannot find our way, it's faded to the inside.
I must say - I need you to listen-
So we can go far; and we'll find a place to hide along the way.
With no names, we will raise ourselves-
and leave this make believe behind
our hearts
crazy
to forget.