Bipolar

During the most irregular dreams, I fear I am taken ill

It is a black omen to join me in poor health

You will remain and well rest yourself

I must object, my lord

You will obey with my counsel

My lord, my lord

I've been feeling cold as of lately

Can you come and run and save me

My body's cold and it's aching

It's the drugs in my body I'm taking

Guess the cat got a hold of my tongue

Took advantage of me cause I'm young

Wrapped your hands around my fucking lungs

I'll stay quiet for you, I'm in love

with the feeling

Baby, I'm in love with the feeling

Girl, I know it's wrong

Wonder how you've been indica runs through my skin

Wrong time, right person

I'll fight, but I'm nervous

I am forever lurking for you every night I'm searching