Thank God I’ve never been diagnosed
With that weird bipolar thing
Course I behave the same as most
Everyone gets that fuzzy feeling
On the top of their brain
When they’re feeling good
Can’t even remember pain
And even if I could,
I don’t think I’d stop
Listenin’ to those same old grooves
Classic rock, funk, and pop
You know I still got the moves
Some of the songs I associate
with the worst memories of my life
I turn the volume up to seventy-eight
I’ll never have another moment of strife
I push the earbuds into my ears
Til the music runs through to my toes
Washes away all my fears
Let’s pull up my latest work of prose
Got more creative energy than anyone’s ever felt
My fingers flying around the keys
Got better words than anyone’s ever dealt
Sentences flow with ease
Thank God this feeling will last
I’m having such a blast
Wait.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Don’t leave me now!
Don’t leave me!
Lefty Forrester 