Sara B., she scared the hell out of me inside my sheltered life…but that seems so long ago. She’d drunkenly invite me to come with her and shoot the moon; I never thought that I would go. But now, more than ever, I can’t make my mind.
Something in the way she slurs her words makes me want to lose my mind and go with her…and I know I should be scared, but I’d rather be sanity impaired with her.
Refusing again and again to throw my caution to the wind, afraid it would fly back in my face. But although it once seemed bent, her drunken logic now makes sense…and I believe more every day. And now, more than ever, I can’t make my mind.
Something in the way she slurs her words makes me want to lose my mind and go with her…and I know I should be scared, but I’d rather be sanity impaired with her.
And when these thoughts surround me, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same; and when she wraps her arms around me, I don’t think I’d mind going insane with her; I believe her; I don’t get her, but I need…insane with her; I believe her; I don’t get her, but I need her.
Something in the way she slurs her words makes me want to lose my mind and go with her…and I know I should be scared, but I’d rather be sanity impaired with her.
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