Just a crazy thought

I'm at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I spent on you, but then I just met you, and this is crazy, see all I wanted to do is love your body and now we're just dirty dancing in the moonlight and I'd just love to make love to you. See, loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated, but I'd put it as a mind over matter, though it seems its the least of my problems, I guarantee its top on the list of my problems. I've become a cleptomaniac, yes stealing glances at your precious sight, you've made me a masochist, crazy, but then deriving pleasures from the pains of keeping you at a distance, a psychopath, yes, being mad over you is just the metaphorical explanation of my insanity drive, So many thoughts of you has made my mind claustrophobic, a psychedelic, high for this, drunk in love, non chalant of the hard liquor, I'll be okay. Still pondering on my noisy silence, my preacher man adviced, when you feel the heat the world is at your feet, No one can hold you down if you really want it.. just still your destiny from the hands of fate.. really, are you my destiny. Though I make sublime tantrums about how no one's ever gonna hurt you, I'm going to give you all of my love because nobody matters but you, were you really my destiny, I asked myself this as an entire new wave came rushing into my mind, am I really in love with you, or just crazed about the thought of being with you, clouds, clouding judgement, hoping, just hoping all this isn't just another false alarm. But even then, if this was all real, I don't want to be lost in it, I want back a piece of my sense of reasoning, don't want to fall deep into it, put simply, I don't want to lose myself loving you, because the fact that I'm meant to live for you doesn't mean I have to die for you.