Into It. Over It. Everybody's (fucking) Crazy
I've been busy
talking into tape machines, makes you uneasy,
when your phone rings and it isn't me.
Flip my initials and see what it says: Nothing to "WE."
Now flip them back again.
It's perception as a curse
and what's worse is apathy is friends with me.
I haven't laughed in a long time.
I've been busy
making enemies with honesty,
makes you uneasy
when it's your friends versus me.
And there's no middle in a one-sided fight.
I've been making your decisions easy.
Hard to trust and hardly trusting,
I know it seems I drive you crazy
but try not to let me let you down.
It's just single unnecessary sound.
I've been busy.
You want to talk about catastrophe? Makes you uneasy
when you sit and think of you and me.
Two addictive personalities.
Forgive me if I wasn't clear.
This was the only normal time I've had for weeks, for months, for years.
And all I (want)(need)(have) to say is
I'm here.
