Delusional

There's a tick in my eye

Makes it lazily slide to put her in periph wherever she is in the room

Woah.

But i cannot deny

That the voice in my mind

Would as soon talk to her

Than lie dying in a shallow tomb

Woah.

My head is a place for side long glances and personal space or elaborate dances nothing is static and nothings the same and i never even bothered to learn her

Last name

Sure it's delusional, creepy, insane

But since she struted in i haven't been

The same

What else can i say besides darling look my way.

I dunno what tells me that i could seduce her

Dress like a small meth addict flavour flave

Woah

Probably thinks that i'm gay - i do

Musical theatre i tell myself i'd get her if i thought that i'd

Behave.

But my head is a place for side long glances

And personal space or elaborate dances nothing is static and nothings the same and i never even bothered to learn her

Last name

Sure it's delusional, creepy, insane

But since she strutted in i haven't been the same

Oh what else can i say besides darling look my way.