The Escapist

am i going crazy?

you got me feeling like writing poetry
what kind of feeling is this
when i'm feeling nothing at all?
looking at me like i'm some kind of scenery
another cookie on the plate
nobody explains the mystery
mama's calling me home
but i don't wanna go
don't wanna leave my baby alone
he asks me if i wanna stay
sit down by the beach
look at the stars and give me a preach
oh oh how i miss the whiskey
oh oh i don't ever wanna leave here babe
oh oh i thought you wanna stay here babe
so what am i supposed to do
baby,
am i going crazy?
or do you want me too?