I'm two sides of being psychotic and iconic,
But right I'm in between being ironic
Lasting sickening thoughts that feel quite chronic,
With so many voices in my head I yell out, "stop it"
The shy guy who chokes on his words, that feels like *****
And still chasing dreams, with a constant anxiety that's so hard to run from it
While my moods switch up so quick, like a liar trying to switch a topic
A subject to excersing my self torture,
Searching himself; as a piece of myself, I might of lost it
With every bone to pick with the skeletons nicely packed in my closet

But in the end I have to remind myself,
"hey, you're pretty awesome"

I watched you swim
Under the blue raspberry
Pink vanilla
Sugar spun sky
The nostalgia of your innocence
Made me realize
My life could not be any sweeter
Than this
Then you proved me wrong
With your gazed upward view
And whispered
Daddy
I want to be just like you