Some try to write me.
Others try to play me.
Some just can’t see me enough to notice I’m even there before they sit on me.
My brain doesn’t listen to me.
It only speaks to me.
Tells me things I don’t wanna hear.
Everyday is a long day.
It all leads to pain.
Nothing but pain and misery.
Misery and pain.
The two words , they are twin together like the tix candy.
Then the night I will say a means.
Find my peace and harmony.
That’s the only place I need to be me.
Resting with you baby is what I want.
None of it is insane.