"Tell me you fell because of my grace, and not help you erase her face.... and oh, make it your best lie."

...and then it hits you, and you realize that neither you, nor your thoughts are as crazy as you previously believed them to be.

...beautiful day, overly confident lyricism. Enjoy.

"Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways..."

...and yet, I continue to restrain myself. And apparently, my ability to harness and control my flow of emotions means that I don't give a shit. I always assume it's for the greater good... What's more strange, the lonely loner that shows emotion in controlled spurts or the world traveller that oozes it like maple syrup?