Bipolar

Sitting here talking
To myself
I guess I am going
To my hell

Symmetries are broken
What is this?
I guess I am hoping
For a kiss

Kind of interrupted
By your smell
I guess this is something
I could dwell

Sitting in my shelter
Hiding from the rain
Listening to your heartfelt talking

I'm not trying
Better leave, don't kiss me
I know I'm trying
Sitting here, I miss you

Who would have though that?
Sitting in the doorway
Hell, now I'm crying
I'm on the border

Sipping on my whiskey
I will not let go
I will keep you closer
But please go

Terrifying madness
In your hands
I guess I am happy
In the end

I'm not trying
Better leave, don't kiss me
I know I'm trying
Sitting here, I miss you

Who would have though that
Sitting in the doorway
Hell, now I'm crying
I'm on the border

(I'm on the border)
I'm on the border
(I'm on the border)
I'm on the border