i’m crazy and i wanna be - for you!
i don’t mind ripping hair out piece by piece, strand by strand
trying to balance standing next to you
starry eyed, "lets go to the grocery and buy boring things like milk"
open it  in aisle seven drink it on the floor
ignore the strangers and their carts
"it’s okay," they’ll say rollin by
wipe the corners of our mouths, am i crazy?