You're Driving Me:

You're Driving Me:

Driving me,
driving me towards the edge
a cliff that we scale
along side the sea.
Travelling wide,
across the edge
you hold me over,
even though you clearly can't hold me.

You're driving me,
across paths
I should not cross,
but I follow just to finally know.
Taking me back,
even when you've dropped me
I arch
I fly back up- float.

Drove over
my spirit,
inflicted my mind-
that I fall up.
Up forever,
but only to a ledge,
where you grasp-
grab on.

And you flew,
fly with me,
cause your the one
who was really, truly nervous of the edge.
And we'll take off-
a breeze-
how easy it is now,
now that we're:

crazy.

-Matthew Koutzun