and reached for it with a razor to my wrist whenever
I wished for its comfortable claws to carry me back to
crazy
these hospital walls harbor the pain of many more
broken than me
and I can still hear them screaming
(crazy)
I feel the lurid darkness slumping over my shoulders
he whispers
that he loves me not
and I see that not even whiskey can make my sadness stay
away
the moths
they beckon me to burn with them but
I've loved my blood to much to watch it
sizzle
steaming like the windows of the car where
I left my soul with you
I'm just calling to ask for it back
(crazy)
