To Be in Love

I love you, I'm an addict, you're in my attic,

The flowers that I grew for you still bloom into the patterns

I listen to the dissonance but all I hear is static

All I see is technicolor, everything is plastic

Man I can get down when the mannequins surround

But you're magic, casting a spell, hell's sporadic

Telepathic, tell me your telling habits,

Sell me a single spark & help me up from the ashes

Phoenix-bulimic, the acid-

Rain-dances splatter upon the canvases

I feel ecstatic, you're enigmatic,

My Alabama, so we have to go wreak some havoc

And I can be your Clarence declaring that we can have it

True Romance, yea it's feast or famine,

From Bi-polar to manic, it's my solar dynamics,

But you, you are my Mecca, you're my holy sabbatical

I love you, I'm The Devil, you're in my head though,

When I met you I knew you were something special.

And ever since been reveling in my rebel,

Im falling stars, my god you are celestial,

Back from the dead again,

That makes you revenant, I'm mental,

I meant that I'm detrimental, don't let go,

You're my tempo, no you're my temple,

I'll decorate you, I'll make you Deco,

You're bolder than all the petals,

And your words turn boulders into some pebbles,

Peddle past... let the levels last & tread slow,

Forever 'til the breath goes,

Together in the death throes,

I'll sing your praises, I'll make it echo,

I'll sink my fangs in, I'll drain the vessels

You, you are my Mecca, you're my loneliest headstone