In the alleys of your heart In the backstreets of your brain from the constant buzzing beltway under rusted lock and chain In the pain inside your sternum the boiled marrow in your bones lurks an ever-growing darkness over jagged rocks and stones In black valleys of depression and the not so grand delusions In a vice grip of obsession In your manic-plagued illusions So tangled up in sadness so tangled up in you so mangled by a madness so tangled up in blue With a never-ending stipend of more than you can bear an abundant over-ripened softened fruit of deep despair An undefined sad solitude that something is amiss always on that taunting edge of that welcoming abyss So tangled up in sadness so tangled up in you so mangled by a madness so tangled up in blue an open-ended sadness a journey never-ending exhausted by the battle plan of constantly pretending You’re looking for an exit a respite from the black An offramp from the sadness a train that jumps the track “I can’t believe he did it I can’t believe he’s gone no one truly knew the darkness of his dawn” So tangled up in sadness so tangled up in you so mangled by a madness so tangled up in blue
