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 your 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

(I'm on the border)

I'm on the border

(I'm on the border)

I'm on the border