Insanity seeping through my pores

Burns of emotional blankness

Of having no answers and needing some

Of sore calves and my ears shut

Of setting myself up for something maybe?

Because sometimes I just want to crash the plane and crash

I need high ceilings but they might not ever be high enough

Come down to the sign with me baby come on down to Hollywood

Dance in the rain under the hood of my car

You think your so funny don’t you

What’s your dream? Be fancy and explain