altamont was the end of the 60's

it was one of those great nights, i felt a funeral in my brain.
i dont know how you do it but you do. you always do.
i dont understand how you could live in this world, this day and age and not be slightly manic.
we're always somewhere in the middle.
somehow in love and the know.
even with the weight of my ego.
the main(e) reason is because everything in my head is a lock and key
and they only fit together because of you.
mostly when i say you, i mean you.. but sometimes i mean her..
and you ask me like you dont already fucking know.
she's my best kept secret.
not even you could take that away from me.
i wont let you.
this is only a stopgap solution