Crazy;
purple, black, and glitter paint
penguins and elephants, and oh –
are you happy now?
And oh –
do you see what I see?
I was born high on madness,
live crashing on disaster,
and I don’t know how to get off it.
So I cry to the plain Mary Jones and Sara Smiths,
what’s it like to be normal?
And oh –

Insane;
I look like I’m bleeding but it’s
really just salsa left in the heat.
I can cook you breakfast on my head
if I stay out in the sun long enough.
And oh –
if I start to see spots
should I start to worry?
There’s a parade,
with clowns on tricycles
and dogs doing ballet,
and it’s passing by my house.
And oh –

You;
I can’t see your face,
but when I think about it
it makes the world go upside down.
And it has.
And, well, oh –
Who knows which way is right
and which way is wrong?
And who really cares anymore?
When destiny pulls at the stars
and fate helps her out,
we’ve got to hold on for dear life.
And oh –
we can sing separately but
together,
for now anyways.
Because,
well,
oh –
you make me feel so alive.