Never said I wasn’t a mess
Some people take a second guess
Thinking that they’ve opened the closet
To my head space
But they just became buried
They become hurried
Running through the gates of my mind
Guarded by thousands of sparks
Waiting to fly off the handle
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find thrill
Through the bones of others chills
Up and down, I’m walking into
Forests of other people’s minds
