DELIRIUM

must be insane,
must be in all these drinks,
or maybe in the words I slur
against a strangers lips
but all I know is that it's
been nine days and you're
on Jupiter when I'm on Venus
and you don't reply because
you think you're so much better
than me. But not tonight,
especially when your lips
aren't against mine, be there when
I wake up tomorrow and
put me at ease when you're
yelling at me.
you don't need nobody else,
just keep always to yourself
I guess it's what's best for you
and I'm not best, I'm last
last to be able to get
a moment with you.
so why in the hell do I deserve
to be first if I always make it to
you last?
There's nothing I can do
to make you notice
what's trying to be good for you,
although I'll love you
when the skies are grey
I'll be in the corner
feeling every thing you do
that's not good for me
but I don't want to try
and beg you to be
exactly where you are
but with me instead.
you're my delirium
even when I'm dreaming,
it's the scariest part of
what I love of you.
Yes, I love every
fucking thought that crosses
my mind about you, so please
break my heart in the dark.
I'm insane and you
seem to be the main
reason why I keep
tearing myself apart.