Tried to grasp the crazy we had.
The harder I tried, the more I took on.
The more I took on, the heavier we felt.
I was young, dependent and full of some fantasy love.
The weight of it all suffocated my soul.
The fantasy faded and the realness settled in.
The realness slowly became a massive mind fuck of whose crazy is whose.
This messy blend of two lives plus a lineage.
Battling for 15 years
Well, today my crazy looks a lot like wild.
Looks a lot like free.
Looks like day by day, moment to moment, and truth by truth.
It looks hot and messy and full of piss and vinegar.
My crazy looks bold and limitless.
Looks like letting go of who I once had to be.