Some nights
holding on to your words
feels like i'm losing grip of me

Tonight I’m lying in bed
Forcing the sad to come back
Listening to songs I can relate to
And reading poetry that burns
I’m trapped in a cold sweat
And there is nothing that
Could ever stop me from drowning
Because I ******* miss you
And I told you that I don’t
And you think you’re bothering me now
And I think you’re too busy for me
But the truth is:
Working on yourself is never going to work.
You’re not going anywhere
And without me that’s the truth
I’m stuck with your fate in my palms
And hiding in the folds of my brain
While you’re without a care in the world
You have no idea is yours
How are you going to go on
Without your sanity in hand?

i remember laying in your arms
that night and you asked if i was okay
because i was gasping for air.
when i told you he was the one boy
who could make me so upset
that i felt insane,
you told me i’d find someone who
could make me that happy
and i did

*(r.e.)

You are my friend
You are a part of me
You understand me in ways other people can't
You are a part of my joy
You are so funny
You are caring
And so lovable
You are my Portugues King
You will always occupy a special place in my heart

You have this deep voice that I can't seem to get over
And I somehow don't understand you over the phone
But when you say 'yes' it drives me crazy
Just the sound of you keeps me sane

We may have our arguments and we disagree on a lot of things
But we do have one thing in common
We crazy *******!

You my *****
I know I can always count on you

You are my nightshift fetish
And I've replaced my addiction to smoking with my addiction to you
Coz you are my daily fix

I will love you till death

My sanity,
I doubt.

I fancied the idea
Of you needing me
Just a few days
Turned into most nights of the week
You showered me with love
And adoration I craved
But the tables have turned
Now you're the one who's sane
Your love is my drug
I could take every night
To drift away to sleep
And greet morning light...

She led him piece by piece down to her water of life,
and even though he knew she was possibly quite crazy,
he didn't mind at all,
because sanity was never his anyway.

She fed him tea and poetry,
and the wonders of her endless thought,
sweeter than honey,
a different kind of bliss,
an ecstasy, a loving bed of like minds and theology.

They drifted on ripples of euphoria,
with a kind of nakedness that opens eyes to the unknown,
and teaches the independent heart
how not to recover from the blending of souls.

In the passing of time, even the most ancient memory
won't fail to recall her living water,
the loving bed,
the poetry infused with tea
and her beautiful crazy mind.

A buzz in my head
Louder than the songs
That keep sanity within me

Grinding at the notes
Blurring them
Warping beyond recognition

How to cope without sanity?

Voices are people
And people are me
Are you crazy yet
Am I insane already
Voices can see too
Even if they have no face
Voices are nameless too
Since they don't exist anyway
What to say
Else or same
Self or made
Words are us too
But people are worldless here
Ay, why is your face blurry dear
Why can't I remember you
Come a little bit closer
Come sit next to me
Talk so I can hear
Speak so I can know
Who you are
Who you've been
Senseless, like I am
I'll keep your secrets
Deep within