He wears his hair the way she can't keep her stories.
Touches from her cold hands makes his head spin,
He falls into a white room and I can't be there to catch him.
Through my tired eyes he can see my secrets,
My lifeless face fakes a smile and I comfort his aching heart,
He makes me crazy, I make him insane.
Close your eyes and think of me,
I'm a chocolate maker,
A personal drug,
I can make your hallucinations a reality.
