Bipolar

Sitting here talking to myself
I guess I am going to my hell

Symmetries are broken
What is this?
I guess I am hoping for a kiss

Kind of interrupted by your smell
I guess this is something I could dwell

Sitting in my shelter
Hiding from the rain
Listening to you heartfelt talking

I’m not trying
Better leave, don’t kiss me
I know I’m trying
Sitting here
I miss you

Who would have though that
Sitting in the doorway
Hell now I’m crying
I’m on the border

Sipping on my whiskey
I will not let go
I will keep you closer
But please go

Terrifying madness
In your hands
I guess I am happy in the end

I’m not trying
Better leave, don’t kiss me
I know I’m trying
Sitting here
I miss you

Who would have though that
Sitting in the doorway
Hell now I’m crying
I’m on the border