you are such a crazy girl

and I don’t know why I even tried to make you love me

i want it babe but you are just a

crazy girl you are such a crazy girl and I don’t why

I even try to help you

when I first met you at that al-anon meeting

you made that reference to “All Your Goodies Are Gone”

and even sang a verse, I was amazed how husky your singing voice was.

I wanted to talk to you so badly but I didn’t know how to come on because

you’ve got that kind of beauty that makes people nervous

I know it’s fucked, but before we got together I even hooked up with one of your cousins

just to feel somehow closer to you

because I knew like you guys were best friends and you talked everyday and it was thrilling to

touch something that had touched you.

In my head you were like this goddess, but, in fact, you’re just a crazy girl

You’re just a crazy girl

I don’t know why I even try

to understand you

(can’t stand you)

your ass is crazy girl

you are so crazy girl

and I don’t know why I even try

to relate to you(can’t wait for you, it’s too late for you)

my god I should have realized

on our second date

when you dragged me into the bathroom at Tanika’s house

and screamed at me for like twenty minutes

cause I had contradicted you in front of your friends,

I was like “oh”

and then later that night at my apartment

as punishment you killed my beta fish

just threw it out the window

I did everything I could to make you happy

I participated in all your protests

supported your stupid little blog

got a bowflex, wore colored contacts to match your dresses

whatever your eyes caught I bought

still we fought

like Ike and Tina but in reverse

cause you’re so crazy girl

you’re just too crazy girl

and I don’t know why I even try

to understand you

well...i think you’re crazy girl, you are so crazy girl

and i don’t know why i even try to make sense of you

oh tell me why,

someone tell me why my hearts real weird for you still

I was like crazy fan over you

like i’m all star struck over you

like I’m getting handcuffed over you

now it’s only fucked up

Janelle Monae:

my frame works in constant confusion

I can’t peel away the flowers of this psychic disturbance

and our riotous defects