My analytical psychosis
That is a box of supernovas
Is enough to shove you into insanity,
Which will make us perfect for each other.
I cry, you laugh.
You cry, I laugh.
And around we go.
Anxiety infiltrates my neurons
And snaps Logic in two, birthing
Even more demonic thoughts
Of your angel face not real.
I shout, you smile.
You shout, I smile.
You must be mental to think good of me.
The stains of my last love still remain
But will soon be gone as you use
Your sweet vinegar to clean my brain
That is full of bugs, eating my senses.
I love, you love.
You love, I love.
It's our source of stability.