Blue haired lapse becomes insane.

Stood at the bus stop when an elderly lady says to  me
It's not due for another seven minutes if it arrives at all you see
Old haggered leather handbag face being pessimistic
So I kind of believe and drag on my cigarette knowing it's caustic.

The bus arrives and I've run out of alibi so I pay the extorniate fare and shimmy on board
The blue haired sits directly in front of me and even with the finest strand I can't play a single chord
Of twisted visions I'm having of motorists passing and swerving in any direction
Then the doe of my dreams steps on board and the statue has anyone  erection.

I delve into the mind fucked dialogue I carry in the suitcase of my cerebral brain
The bus passes my stop but I don't care for the stop I need to enlighten upon I know is insane
A blueness in her eyes cries out for love and attention hark the herald of manic depression
I check my ticket and I'm way passed the stop and I'm way overdue the lips of suppression.

Yet I French kissed you if only in my thought process an eagle landing on a nest of lipstick pink
Not only do you plague my inert soul you delve into the words and way I think
The fields pass by and I'm mesmerised I am as countrysides collide and shadows hide
Didn't you see them trip those photographs developed upon black and white negatives that abide.

Hold on back up I am still at the bastard bus stop and it's getting colder
I'm looking at my ghost like reflection and I realise I'm getting Dorian Gray older
I don't appreciate the early mornings the charming birds don't do it for me at all
And then the world collapsed and the bus flips over and the passengers flip and fall.

The baggage collapses and caves the brain inside of my head
Then I know and acknowledge that this is the end and I'm better off dead
A last recognition of the blue haired ladies bag fucking  with what's left of my brain
Remember how it ends I'll tell you a thousand times as the lapse becomes insane.