I love so hard it makes me sick.
You won't see it very often.
Am I fooling myself with fantasy?
Under a black sky;
no one is what I call mine.
Chewing gum, always thinking of
one or two of you, yes, really you.
And the whole sheband
and a gold rush like fever.
Tongue on tongue sitting pretty
sitting on what could have been
my real life until I'm not so  sure
of what I am doing anymore.