between genius and insanity

I sit here snorting
the thin line between
genius and insanity

Staring into the reflection of my own vanity

Manic expressive and depressed all the time
I’ll take what’s yours and make it mine,

Your wooden beads and crescent moons
give way to my feeble needs and charred spoons

Tiny shoes and twinkle toes
melt into broken heart blues
and a cocaine nose

I sit here snorting
the thin line between
genius and insanity

Wishing it were you, wishing I was me