maybe one day I'll let you in on the big secret

until then feel at peace in the poppy fields of my dreams

under the spell of this lush-full opiate you are

blinded by everything that is your eyelids hiding you from the truth

(YOU ARE CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTING EVERYTHING ARTISTIC THAT COMES OUT OF ME AND I'M HAVING A CONNIPTION.)

oh and you above and you below are NOT the same person. One of whom drives my migraines the other that drives all my best dreams.