Quite Insane

Quite Insane

I am quite insane

I speak in rhyme that often doesn't

expecting to find reason.

I live in a world of ritual

and season.

I make plans like mad

then go off and free or freeze them.

I hang my pride on a carousel ride,

tell tales of horror deep inside

it's heaven or hell, but I can't decide

Tell me you love me

Tell me you need me

Tell me you'll hold me and never free me.

Tell me the time, and make it snappy.

Tell me I don't deserve to be happy.

It's not that I love you or want you or care

I just want to know that someone is there.

It's better than the alternative.

If this is where I'm gonna live,

I don't wanta be in it by myself.

Because

I'm quite insane

and dangerous.