Crazy

making plans

blowing them off again

she’s my most flakey friend

she’s a remedy

told me once

before we went out to brunch

this guy tried to cut her off

she punched him in the teeth

with her sugar high

cherry red

docs on the beach

she’s got her hand in my pocket

but she won’t talk to me

she’s so crazy

cannot put my finger on it

like a daisy

shooting up out in your garden

she’ll never grow up

she’ll never go home

oh there she goes

running through your mind again

she’s so crazy

cannot put my finger on it

she’s got a secret meme account

she tells all her friends about

everyone except me

that time she started a rumor

she kissed a teacher

he was gone in a week

neon lights flash

every time that she speaks

she’s got an anarchy tattoo

but all she brings me is peace

with her sugar high

cherry red

docs on the beach

she’s got her hand in my pocket

but she won’t talk to me

sometimes i feel like

i don’t even stand a chance

do you think she’d wanna be my friend?