How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
I'm so happy with you that I'm walking on air and yet the fact that this is happening should not be a fact. There shouldn't be a me and you but I couldn't be without you know even if I tried, we shouldn't be together and the simple fact that we are is wrong but I'll take happy and wrong over miserable and right. This has gotten deep so quick but I love you. If this makes me crazy then I'll take it.
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own...
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
With you all of my middle aged maturity deserts me and I'm like a teenager with her first love and that in itself is madness. My life until you was normal and uneventful but now there's an us words like crazy or mad are the closest I can come to summing my life up.
From now I can conclude that life nearer to crazy is a life I love because that's the life I live with you, no matter how secretly. If our love is crazy then maybe I'm crazy but this kind of crazy I can live with.