I haven’t had Mary Jane in a bit,
But I’m feeling the blues,
MJ mentality,
Because I’m wondering who’s loving you,
I know it’s not my place,
But that image of your face,
What would get me through the day if it wasn’t you?
I learned that five heartbeats create a house of love,
And it doesn’t take much to break,
But for goodness sake, I’ll find the blueprint or at least a plug-in clue,
A journey to being inn love can’t stop because a few,
I went searching for you,
This world… it’s this world I was trying to escape,
This love is building,
The man in me wants it to stop, he’s searching for a mistake,
Bumping into pretty girls in an enchanted land, followed by a blurred face,
Am I crazy or is it the drugs?
Me being a fun guy I did consume fungi by an eighth,
Pretending I’m inn love, wondering why it isn’t enough,
To explain why the thought of you I can’t replace,
Insanity, because I’m seeing the same thing over and over again,
Missa… wait no, Missa? Hey Missaa!,
Females: “Sorry Mr. You’ve made a mistake.”
“****… Daycee why do we keep seeing Missa face?”
We gotta go to the medical tent-
“-No ***** you gotta stop approaching people”
I just want these thoughts to catch a  break,
Moments later I managed to let go of these emotions,
But that was only half of the batter,
How will I handle the disappointment cake, the outcome of an expectation,
How could I forget that my wants are thoughts that doesn’t matter?
Why would I continue to express myself and expect a happy ending after?
“Daycee you’re ******* up”
How?
“You know when a glass crack-“
It’ll soon shatter…
I’m too young to be feeling this way,
I’ve been through too much to give this away,
It feels so good to be inn love,
I only feel this way when raving at night,
Galantis was the first roll,
I wanna runaway… just U and I,
I used to dream about this,
I watched a dream manifest into life,
She said no one is perfect,
When you start to wake up, it’s common that the vision is temporarily blind,
Because perfection is in the mirror, an imperfection is a thought conceived over time,
Through comparing perfection in it’s physical, and cutting the soul from the equation, imperfection is the line through an equal sign,
It doesn’t exist, she is bliss, she is missed,
She is a thought that is constantly remembered,
Someday we’ll leave this world behind,
So everyday I love her like memories in December,
**** this world, and by that I mean the society,
Love this world, referring to the souls that resonate with the energy inside me,
I don’t have enough clarity,
And daily, this is something that’s scaring me,
Because I believe she is the one,
Opened arms for others to come,
But it’s not the same, stressing a rarity,
Because my tongue twist without the acid when she stare at me,
I hate that, I wish she made it easy and didn’t care, or acted carelessly,
So I can be a Patrick, crawl under a rock as a fallen star,
And occasionally come out when a supernova accumulates energy zealously,
To give me another opportunity to gain light before a black hole emerges with jealously,
****… love is a wild thing,
We’re just two kids trying to find ourselves,
Adults forget, it’s a child thing,
I don’t want to fake it with someone,
That’s the mild thing,
I like it spicy, extra hot,
A constant smile thing,
I’m inn love… I’ll just share it with everyone,
If I don’t release this feeling, I’ll forever have the blues,
“She’s so beautiful”
I know… I’ll love for her,
… I hope you accept me, forever wondering who’s loving you