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You beg to breath in my emotions To get high off of my thoughts So sure it's something you can handle I'm not so confident in the strength of your "lungs" For the term, "smoking you out" is a very great understatement I've considered letting it all out But I can't get the image of you choking on my insanity out of my head You reassure me it's nothing you haven't heard before While I am way to positive that you have no idea what your really talking about I am fully aware of your desire to dissect my brain Rummage through my own mental files for some sort of useful information to make you feel better about your own status But you really don't know what you're trying to get yourself into They are selfish, childish words The ones that speak to me throughout the horribly long days Crazy Insane I'm absolutely positive that would be your final conclusion As soon as you sobered up anyways