Oh, man I'm in mania. Beautiful, wide eyed mania. It tastes like rose petals, and never needing food or sleep- Just always itching to do something- Anything really.
We sat tossing breath at darkened windows A bottle to my mouth And lyrics spinning out from yours Dancing in conversation Next to trash in the back seat.
Don't forget How I sit quietly With burning eyes Coaxing People into my will- Charming as all hell Until I burn everything With grace Leading sheep In stead of me To my fate.