love and other drugs.

Hear me out for a second
because I know it might sound crazy
but there's mice runnin a maze
on top of a cake made out of amazing.
And the icing's made of spices;
makes it taste just like daisies--
painted with purple paisleys,
first in circles then in wave-sies.

And there's either six jaguars with one giant eye each
or one giant flower with a lot of fuckin teeth
and I'm just starin at it hopin it doesn't eat me
but I write the story so its like me, doesn't eat meat.

this shit's crawlin on the ceiling tellin me
gravity is for jerks
but I been growin out my wings, see
and I know gravity still works

just trying to put my finger on the difference
between lsd and eucalyptus
koala bears texting each other "let's trip this"
and I don't know who the fox is
or who's the raven
but that shit all means something now
since we started ravin'

I hate it when people say that love is a sickness
like if we just eat more zinc it'll fix this
and I hate it when people say it's a gift
as if you could pack this up and ship it for Christmas
but its flyin round the sky--that's not just hydrogen
and lets the roses live in your skin
that's not just melanin
keeps the world spinnin and keeps it in key
makes my heart spin in circles 'round the strings on my sleeves

Love's just an ingredient kids, and drugs are not the answer.
But i tell you what, nay-sayers, my world is goddamned enchanted