This song is about the month I was diagnosed as Bipolar. I finally chose to accept this on a very strange morning where I woke up and realized I didnt care if I was alive anymore. While I would never commit suicide, the fact that I was feeling like I wanted to die scared me. The only thing that helped me through that time was talking with my lady and my friends who understood my issues and what I was feeling. This song is a back and forth, much like bipolar disorder. One minute I am broken, the next I am manic and speaking my mind and the next I cant let anyone in and recluse. This song is for anyone who needs someone to talk to. "You are unique, but your problems are not". Open up and start healing.
lyrics
Kill flight like the bird flu, sick little words do.
Mix like Crowne and Coke elixir that I turn to
Drink til I celebrate my nothingness and voids.
So addicted, mind is flipping, caught me slippin like im Freud.
And now, I channel frowns and these fractures that compound
Life is spinning on its axis but it isnt world renound
Got me telling all my secrets, til the word, it gets around
like some easy girl in heat, you know there is one in every town.
Believe in the depths and the darkness of the deadest sea
Alcatraz imprisonment, the person that is trapped in me.
Escape artist, indigo, the color of my aura flees
People say they pray for me but never does it better me
Dont waste your time, dont waste a nanosecond
Praying for my future, time to open up the "present"
Remove the bow and paper, in the card a written message
"From me, to you, our love is running deep
because youre special..."
Tora! Tora! Tora! Nightengale, Florence.
Nurse me back to health
Bedridden turns to gorgeous
Another conversation to alleviate my torment
Give every indication that I am dying with the orchids
If I could paint a picture, If I could take a portrait
Wouldnt need a single word that Im coming forth with
But Im forthright, my foresight is forecasting dark nights
Like falling down four flights of stairs...
Broken bones, right?
And it hurts me see, you can watch me bleed out
the red color crimson for your artistry.
Like Bob Ross, see me hanging from a "happy tree"
Heart on my sleeve, where I always wear it happily.
And actually, I admit it makes me laugh
that my being insecure is what can cause you all to gab.
You stray from your path and you walk into blackness.
My flame, it burns bright, I light up the path with it.
And that did it! Thats the line that pissed em off
Wont ever say that I am better,
but writing circles round you chumps.
From paragraphs, to epitaphs to truths that keep em coming back
I choose to keep my eyes upon my goals
Im never turning back.
Tora! Tora! Tora! Nightengale, Florence.
Nurse me back to health
Bedridden turns to gorgeous
Another conversation to alleviate my torment
Give every indication that I am dying with the orchids
Watch the world from here.
I can see it from the rooftop.
Feel it when the groove drops.
Seal it in the dew drops, stop it on command.
Feel it running down my cheeks
til its dripping to the sands of time.
These hands of mine are broken
always open to a nail in the palm
Im impaling your psalms when I speak em...
Speak em like a lecture, remove the tounge
Speak em out in bloody syllables, forever young.
Its a statement of how you make this
How you place the blame in these cases.
How you taste the rain and leave traces.
How you cant conform to embraces.
Hugs, kisses, death wishes, breathtaking depth visions
Sick premise, slept with it
Still disregard these opinions
Tora! Tora! Tora! Nightengale, Florence.
Nurse me back to health
Bedridden turns to gorgeous
Another conversation to alleviate my torment
Give every indication that I am dying with the orchids
