Thieving Lunatic Nutcase

I hate to break your heart my friend

Oh, my true friend, till daylight's end

But i must tell, lest you find out

Some way what I'm dishonourably about

Yes, I must tell, I am a thief:

One that brings the vulnerable grief.

It did not start with me, I swear!

I just pray that my end is near.

For I am not just a thief

But lunatic as well, this brief

Life has been unfair to me

Close your eyes and you will see

If you take my hand I will show

All the places I hate and love to go

The line between real and the dream

That old and twisted frail seam

Keeps fraying with the pull of day

Threats to throw safety of you away

Yet while it is there, or you are here

Somehow I can abide and sleep there

Without a fear of danger to fall

No destruction to any nor to all.

Yes, one stole my heart,

Without tact nor mercy it did depart

But how is it I have one more

You bring with you from sea to shore?

I swore my stealing days came to an end

Yet now i can no longer pretend

To be what i had once been

For You have come and washed me clean.