You and I, cries.
The crazy side of me waits you,
every night till my eyes blue,
but I guess you have no clue,
probably I worth not to you.
From far to text,
from no to yes,
from title to name,
We’ve moved quite far,
Still I’m not in your car.
We part skies,
yet arrived same on the same side dice,
we savour the same plate of spice,
yet we parted on our pies,
and I’m still mice in your eyes.