insanity at it's finest it seems

lace your fingers into mine
we counted sand until the end of time.
the doctors sewed me back together but they had to cut my hair.
you were insanity at its finest; with your pale blue eyes and thin framed glasses.
it seems you’ve fallen off the face of the earth but if I said I wish to see you again, that’d be a lie.
my grievance to you baby was always overdue.