Tear it down, build it up
All I need is to stay on your good side

Manipulate, articulate
Lies to repair any fight.

Stop telling me how to live my life
As if you really care

I know it's *******, and you do too
You're just scared you can't control what I do


At least, anymore.

They call me a *****,
And sure, I get around
Every night sees intimacy
With prostitutes of simplicity

Night one, is simply Alone
She's a subtle one, but hard to own.

Night two sees Happiness, but like the rest,
we enjoy one night, and she's gone the next

Night three, Depression, she's a real *****
She's like a crazy ex girlfriend, hard to ditch
She'll hunt you down wherever you go,
No matter where, she seems to know.

Night four is Anxiety,
She leaves her mark
She makes me nervous
And she's a freak in the dark

Night five I take a break,
But all of them visit me
They break into my mind
But not Happiness she's busy

For they're not prostitutes,
Just lonely souls
Looking to take advantage
Of people not whole

When you leave your mind open
This is what you ask for
Sleeping around with all those feelings
Does make you a *****

Ok Google…
Find me directions to Sanity Street.

Finding directions to Sanity Street.
*There is heavy traffic and construction; you are on the slowest route.

The air is filled
with smoke
I choke
I gasp to escape it
And yet I light another cigarette

Brown, silky,
"You don't know me"
I wish I did,
But for the wrong reasons
I want to love you
But I change with the seasons