Not entirely crazy though a little bit insane
outside in the daylight, her mind runs as clear as rain.
I took the test they gave me
to find a compatible fellow
Roses are red, Violets are blue
but my heart is screaming yellow.
Bottled up my beeswax
showered off the gloom
drew a breath of sunshine
pouring through her room.
Talking to a stranger
not the average Joe
wait until I meet him
the only way to know.
Yarrow is a color
I heard the Asian mutter
hold the petals 'neath your chin
to see if you like butter.
An over-ripe banana
brown speckled, getting soft
waitin' for his perfect match
the others he has scoffed.
Not easily misguided
I won't buy into hype
Perfect match confided
He's not the risky type.
Yellow is not fade proof
it washes out in time
hang your heart out here to dry
wind blows it off the line.
Whatever is the point here
of how she did you wrong
your history's no matter to me
it's always the same old song
No longer scared, just waiting
been down around the block
tasted and been tested
bid farewell to bio-clock.
Today I am feeling ready
tomorrow I'm bleeding blue
orange you glad I'm yellow
a bright and crazy hue?
I don't need the internet
or men to entertain
just read my lips
and bring some chips
I'll meet you at the train
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Not entirely crazy though a little bit insane
outside in the daylight, her mind runs as clear as rain.
I took the test they gave me
to find a compatible fellow
Roses are red, Violets are blue
but my heart is screaming yellow.
Bottled up my beeswax
showered off the gloom
drew a breath of sunshine
pouring through her room.
Talking to a stranger
not the average Joe
wait until I meet him
the only way to know.
Yarrow is a color
I heard the Asian mutter
hold the petals 'neath your chin
to see if you like butter.
An over-ripe banana
brown speckled, getting soft
waitin' for his perfect match
the others he has scoffed.
Not easily misguided
I won't buy into hype
Perfect match confided
He's not the risky type.
Yellow is not fade proof
it washes out in time
hang your heart out here to dry
wind blows it off the line.
Whatever is the point here
of how she did you wrong
your history's no matter to me
it's always the same old song
No longer scared, just waiting
been down around the block
tasted and been tested
bid farewell to bio-clock.
Today I am feeling ready
tomorrow I'm bleeding blue
orange you glad I'm yellow
a bright and crazy hue?
I don't need the internet
or men to entertain
just read my lips
and bring some chips
I'll meet you at the train
