jukebox the ghost
half crazy
When you were locked up in your room alone Neglecting even to touch the phone Salty tears rolling down your cheeks Like they had many times before  Did you fear that every time you speak Would be the very final word that creeps Between your teeth and off your tongue Before you collapse of a broken heart  Well, I've gone half crazy Read about you, about you Whoa, whoa, whoa  Well, my left eye's gone hazy Read about you, about you Whoa, whoa, whoa  Every morning were you petrified That nobody could ever pacify The sinking feeling that you had deep down That kept your heart on hold  My shoulder was an easy place to hide I didn't mind cause I could pass the time Counting the thousand little lies you kept Inside of your broken heart