| I won't claim that I know what it means. |
| But I like the way the guitar notes vibrate in blues and purple. |
| I like the way there are guns that swivel and fire in my head. |
| And I like the way that I see the bullet going through his head, |
| even if it's mine. |
| I can't claim that I'm not really crazy |
| even though I know I'm not |
| despite the signs. |
| I can't claim that I'm good for you |
| despite the evidence |
| but I know that I am. |
| I can't claim that I'll be around forever |
| because of the past |
| but I promise I will be. |
| And can't claim to know what I'm doing |
| especially given what I've done |
| but I really do. |
| And I'll continue to make claims that I can't make |
| because I still claim that my love for you makes miracles possible. |
| You just have to believe me, and the insanity in my head. |
Copyright ©2002 Ashi Shadow (09/02/02, ON HEATHER)