crazy and loving it

im not crazy, really.

Ok, now. Its time to put on my go-away headset

While I wonder what it would be like

To be like everybody who I don't already know.

Johnny this and Rachel that, what would I do

If my name wasn't me?

I seem to be lacking the imagination,

I no longer imagine things that are not there

I don't know why, but I'm lying I do know.

I'm afraid I will see what I am imagining and

At the same time it won't be there and my brain

Will explode from being perplexed to its limit

And the grocery lady will have one f****r

Of a mess to mop up

Oh, goddamnit. My beautiful nails, she cringes.

But its ok, no mess tonight because I killed all my demons

For now, anyway.

And by demons I mean day dreams which are

Just as bad because they don't look like demons.

To me they always look like john woo films and porn.

But I suppose I can imagine a little bit

And it will be ok.

Maybe the next time I go shopping I will pretend

That there is a mime with a limp following me,

And no one in the world would figure out

What I was hiding from.

That boy has issues and they are probably all outdated.

I got a pencil in my pocket and I aint afraid to use it

On scribbles like you.

No, wait.

I would need an eraser for that.

Well, never mind then. I guess I'm crazy after all.

But you know what, ladies and gentlemen?

I don't give a rats a*s anymore because out here

Its lovely and the rent is cheap.

I'm so far out the box doesn't even

Look like a box anymore.