Bitter

My psychedelic psyche psyched me out of a relationship I wanted to have. Before the days of sad, I was flying off neutral emotion. Coasting through the cosmos on cool. But I'm no fool, I wanted to connect our spirits and minds. So our bodies can intertwine in everlasting collision. Last night I had a vision, a premonition of you with that pompous fool. He walks like he has a heartbeat. Looks alive, but is actually dead inside with black-hole for a heart and a maggot mind. Thinks of nothing but death and gore, blood stains and war. With arms of darkness that don't know how to hold you. And I have Butterflies in my stomach that cancel out the Bumblebees in my heart and the locust in my soul so I don't have the confidence to approach you. But when we have conversation, I have a temporary sensation. And the psychedelia kicks in. Leaves turn baby blue, the sky turns bright green, the clouds are dark purple and life is better then it seem. We can chill with Lucy, fly high into the Sky, and I can buy you all the Diamonds you would like. Just for one night, I want to be with you and you want to be with me. The guy with kaleidoscope eyes chewing on mushroom. And I want to wrap my arms around you deep beneath the covers. So I can wake up and live the rest of my life in psychedelia.