the dangling thread
from the bottom of your
ugly Christmas sweater
strip the maypole

until it
and we

sink in unraveled softness

one endless line
shedding itself

into brilliant new
floor decor

I could've kissed you then
The madness was alive in your soft eyes
The wickedness burned in the back of your throat
It burned in mine too
But not because I was proud of you
I was terrified
The one I had idolized and craved
Was a replica of me
After I had sworn over and over
I wouldn't change him, I wouldn't change him
I could've kissed you then
But I couldn't have looked myself in the eyes
And been okay with what I saw staring back

So I've heard,
As of late
That those of importance
Are considered too great
To be called "crazy"
Money, buys "eccentric"
Well, heavens me, I was unaware
I thought money, paid the electric
I prefer crazy
That, Surely I am
Loony as they come
I bare no scam
The things I do
The things I think
I'm well aware
I'm on the brink
My funny hats
The bluntness I speak
Yep,
I've reached the peak
The pentacle
If you will
And I care not,
Who foots the bill
I'll sing, dance
And loudly cry
I'll change moods in a snap
Not give a **** why
I'm not crazy
Just eccentric
And **** all your money
That pays the electric