sick in the head

A conspiracy theory...?

Sure. Why not. 

No Love, it's all in your head.

Is it? Or not?

Nah...haha, really it is.

Wait...hold on, maybe its not!

Just kidding, it is. 

Maybe you just forgot.

Maybe its the fact you'll never know.

Your head running crazy,

matter of time till you blow.

A daily routine of looking and searching.
A daily routine that drives you insane.
A daily routine of making something out of nothing, wasting life, just stop,

Jesus Christ where's the fucking curtain?

Bipolar mood swings, accusations, foaming out the mouth. "A picture, a poem, a status was set, must be a signal, a sign, shit...I don't know yet!"

C'mon now bitch stop trying to make a story, get a drink, pop a pill,
sit back and bask in your unfound glory.

If I don't want you to see it,

believe me you wont.

If it's there, it's on purpose

because I want it to hurt.

And then it starts over,

your daily routine,

the online stalking,

obsessing to figure it out.

Drink your bottle, run your mouth,

make some calls and trash your house.

Honey please, your sick in the head,

its getting old, its late, your psycho,

go to bed.

See I'm a bad bitch,
and its a waste of your time,
I'm always two steps ahead,

never two steps behind.

Oops thought you got me, but catch me if you can. I've got my felony shoes on and bitch, I can run like the wind.
Just kidding I am. But did you make sure to take all your crazy medicine..?

Just kidding again, Love...

I'm kidding...I am!!

Your highs and lows, another drink of the bottle, life wastes away, getting ready to topple, all you can do is sit back with a drink and a smoke and try and guess my next move...

Did I mention you're a joke?

Oh my God, here it goes, its happening again! "Where'd you go? Who were you with? Did you use your phone?? Let me check it bitch! Give it to me!! What'd you search? Was it her? LET ME FUCKING SEE!" 

Damn, for Christ sake, let her be.

Give it up,

let it go,

and listen to what I say,

because it is what it is,

if there's a will,

there's always a mother fucking way.

 

Between overly obsessing and your drinking habit, damn Love, what a life for you and your family. A daily drunken scream fest of fucked up false accusations, survival and agony.