Madness is making me feel adolescent again A crazy joyride and I bet this is not over yet Were I to bet when I regret to be then I see I bet the house but it won leaving only its regret An afterimage in the negative shadowing me Now I wish what was was not but that was how it was Because the house does it was not a wager I would win I lost what it cost to be part of the bourgeoisie In a legacy of bitterness the wages of sin Or fear or of at least not love far as our hearts could reach Too sad to wonder why with arms too short to reach the sky Not my own to own together but alone when in And then out of the house out on my own now still alone On a crazy joyride out to see what I should be A lonely rite of passage only passing time could teach I might never grow up ever quite but out on my own Expand like the universe for better now from worse I might grow quite alone except when someone visits me A certain someone in particular I can think of Who goes but comes and knows then we will always be like this Madness is making me feel adolescent again A crazy joyride and I bet this is not over yet Were I to bet when I regret to be then I see A certain something in particular something like love When someone understands me and it feels like my first kiss +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII