I might just be insane, but that's something that I'm working on
I might just be insane, but that's something that I'm working on
Sometimes I think I'm just better off alone
I seem to focus better when I'm left to my own
Devices; me, myself, I and these vices
How can I describe this, survive this existential crisis
Maybe I invite it, maybe I'm insane
I've these issues inside I can't hide
It's not easy, believe me, I've tried this
No deceiving or leaving a lie fixed
I might just be insane, but that's something that I'm working on
I might just be insane, but that's something that I'm working on
So where do we begin, I'm lost in your delirium
I think I need some serum in, to rid me of this fear I'm in
I can't be here again, I can't begin to comprehend
From each beginning, a means to reach an end
I extend all my attention in a single direction
I'm in need of correction, yet seeking affection
Try convince myself that I'm aware of these compelling intentions
Although, thinking about it now, now that it's mentioned
If you know, you know, you know? No? I don't know
I might just be insane, but that's something that I'm working on
I might just be insane, but that's something that I'm working on
I'm a helpless romantic for this Fatal Attraction, in fact um
No I can't help this so frantic distraction
Distressed I go panic, manic, feral abandon
I invest in my satisfaction
Oh yeah, your gaze, it beckons intentions
An invitation, now you've gained my attention
Sustain the affection, with no complications
I commend no pain, deception, or lack of discretion
Yet I'm still stretching my skies and horizons in your direction
Surprising I find, I'm on the scene that you set
I'd believe you could breathe life to fabled dreams, but I bet
I'm repeating each step, I would soon seem to forget
I regret, I am snared by your silhouette
Still there's more to inspect, the closer I get
I detect, the notion I care to connect
Offers no closure in lover's roulette