Sanity Is Overrated, Atleast Thats What My Therapist Says

Ink pours out of this torn organ,
Words stutter out of my mouth,
Trail of smeared ink falls behind,
The bitter sight of the two intwined,

Ladies should never leave there legs open,
that leads to mistakes,
And Gentelmen should always know the proper Protection,
to make them be young for another day,

And this is all just cramming together into a run on sentence,
You got lost after I said we need to talk,
A little lack of commen sense is added to the confusion,
Is shown by the questioning look when i start my confession,

And the blood all flows to the lips,
after the pure bliss,
after the pure bliss,
And the blood all flows to the lips....

This scene is dead,
you can all go home now,
the words you dread,
leak from his mouth as he takes a bow,
your pride is broken,
by the words he shoudl've left un-spoken,

And this is all just cramming together into a run on sentence,
You got lost after I said we need to talk,
A little lack of commen sense is added to the confusion,
Is shown by the questioning look when i start my confession

Ladies should never leave their legs open,
just as Gentlemen are never expected to stay with one girl,
crashing thighs, oh what a sight,
We're sure in for a act tonight,

And this is all just cramming together into a run on sentence,
You got lost after I said we need to talk,
A little lack of commen sense is added to the confusion,
Is shown by the questioning look when i start my confession,

And the blood all flows back to the lips,
after the pure bliss,
after the pure bliss,
And the blood all flows back to the lips....