Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you

Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you

I'm dysmorphic in doses

Imagine trying to

Shit out

Twelve red roses

It's how I do but not everybody knows it. 

Imagine how I'd feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist.

When I don't cross myself with you

Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you

Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you

It's some kind 

Psychosis, don't what you call it, oneness might be the closest.

A psychotropic segment so tasteless,

it tastes sweet.

And then it changes,

When I don't cross myself with you

Sometimes I can be up like that, when I don't cross myself with you

Sometimes I can be down like that, when I don't cross myself with you