Crazy (2009)

We're crazy, crazy for being who we are, crazy for doing what we do, crazy for the thinking the sky is friendly just because it's warm and blue, crazy for letting me tell our son: i'm sure i've spent better seed in hand than i've ever spent on you. We're crazy because we thought it might be true. We're crazier than we ever dreamed we could be, saying that our imaginations have dwindled with age when really it's just the preventative scent of hellfire wafting through every erotic fantasy sloshing against our skulls searching for a way out – life or after, it doesn't matter where we get our brimstone but we're sure to breath deep soon if our tongues or fingers or buckles slip loose in the wrong place at the wrong time. And we're crazy enough not to care, because we're crazy beautiful, crazy in love, crazy on the streets, crazy in the backseat of your mothers car, crazy for not stopping though the police are tap tap tapping on the window. We're so goddamn crazy it eats us up inside from the head down to the stomach up to the heart, down to other parts. We're crazy for what we made, what we conceived, who we laid. We're crazy because we were once sane, long enough to make crazy again. We're crazy because we know it will all work out in the end. We're crazy enough to jump, crazy enough to fly, crazy enough to fall, crazy enough to die. We're so crazy I'm in awe of everything we try. We're crazy and I don't know why. We're crazy together – you and I.