Cold IHOP,
Wednesday morning,
Smoking section,
Kind of boring,

Can't work well,
While I have you,
Drawing me,
Across the booth,

It isn't really me,
But it's how I feel,
Mentally trapped,
The straight-jacket's real,

My mind is racing,
The Coffee has kicked in,
My heart is pounding,
My emotion's tricked again,

You're holding my heart,
In every one of your drawings,
I'm trying to show you my thoughts,
With each one of my writings,

My words get confusing,
I've known this for awhile now,
But that doesn't make it any less true,
I want no one except you.