The music brings back memories Excitement and depression The first time that I touched a breast Long hours full of passion You slowly taught me

When trapped in that bad place That others call head space Don’t promise, don’t judge Stop wanting too much Don’t torture your past self It

Don’t make my heart beat faster Like danger, fear and stress Please make my heart beat less I’ve too much shit to master Excitement comes

I should do things I should move Get shit going Find my groove Leave the bedroom Leave the house Anything but Sleep and browse I

Stop telling me what I see The crazy one isn’t me I see through your camouflage A fascist with no mustache You tell us that

Within a chest of bone and flesh The feeble sound of breaking A poem in the making A heart and work of art that mesh

Hitler wasn’t just a beard and haircut or salute At the time he reigned, some surely thought that he was cute Fascists are appealing to

There is no point in texting me, calling or stalking If I wanted to talk to you, I would be talking I’m not awkward or

This used to be easy Such passionate fun Now I feel spent and queasy And we’ve barely begun Intense and long-lasting We did it all

I didn’t think I’d get this old Not sure I’m glad I made it I always tried to break the mold But then the mold