I'm in a raft you gently paddle The sense of this argument that comes To me and tells me I've been a wild fool, Better off smothered, a tool, That entraps me in this triangle of guilt, fear, and waves of madness. I am on the verge of a total meltdown Because you sing gently and dip your oar Into the water quietly.
All the time!
It's now finally sundown, Still the ebb and flow of my nerves Are unsettled as the world spins around me, My stomach in a knot I can't breath. This is the end and *my heads numb, I can not feel, There is one thing on my mind and it won't Go anywhere so it disappears a distant hush. There is the scent of flowers on your tidy scarf, It reminds me of the fragrance of too much Cologne. I try to escape but you hold all the keys, *I just wish your boring "epic" show of modern Over perfection would leave me alone!