You Make Me
Sometimes you wreck my brain
Twist it, bend it, snap it
You make me go insane
My brain trips, falls, and makes a racket
You make me feel tipsy
I can’t walk, talk, or feel
You make me kind of ditsy
I can’t see, hear, it’s unreal
You make me stumble around
Like I’m drunk, high, or dead
I feel like I’m lost and not found
I feel purple, yellow, and red
You make me fall over
I don’t know whether to plan, finish, or do
I feel like I need to cry on a shoulder
So I hope its your’s I fall onto.
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