my psychedelic eyes
see the sterling butterflies
those i wish i could afford
to give to one whom I’ve adored

my schizophrenic ears
hear your whispers through my tears
those honeyed words you purr
warm my soul like sweet liqueur

my delirious mind
dreams the reverie i’d hoped to find
hallucinating you
in a fit of déjà vu

and in this wild psychotic break
i cannot tell the real from fake

but i don’t know whether
i’d rather wake…

or dream us back together