I must be crazy.
I feel you there in the deeper
Parts of me,
Maybe a kiss will make you disappear,
Or my ill will to succeed will adhere
Dip through my fingers,
You have no business here. To let love slip through my fingers
Is to let the love leave me be.
The caffeine to my insomnia
May be doused by the warm milk of sense,
But sense ain't carved into my insignia.
Let it be, let me be.
I beg of you, leave me!