Interpersonal Insanity

How do you expect me to read your mind?

All those hidden things that I might find

How can you possibly expect that from me?

I might as well go and climb a tree,

I might as well go for a deep dive in the sea

Maybe go on a shark fishing spree

For the sake of interpersonal insanity

Going to the Lord of Ladies to make my plea,

On my way to a spacewalk over Mars

It seems I’ve abandoned my passion for cars

Perhaps talking bears should become rock stars

Those images in my head might leave mental scars,

Sailing on the frozen landscape of Europa ice

It seems adrenaline has become my new vice

You can ask me for anything just be nice

I remember when we used to live in paradise,

Can’t seem to recall the luxury of being in love

You know, the utopia it’s supposed to be made of

The equilibrium between it and the world of push and shove

Lord, you said it would fit like a glove,

Last time I saw you I was losing my assets in a corrupt court

You didn’t seem to be bothered by morality of any sort

It’s amazing to what ends a liar will resort

Is this why many cocoon themselves in their personal forts?