Backwards,
I’m upside down,
Dizzy and twirling
Into an abyss.
I’m backwards without you;
That’s right, backwards,
Topsy-turvy;
Dangling by the moment,
I’m backwards without you.
My spine tingles
At the mere sound of your voice;
I can be sane again,
I’m backwards without you;
A mess of burning brush;
Every movement
Makes me turn
In hopes of seeing you.
I’m backwards without you,
A mental case
Without a straitjacket.