It was like somewhere between being high and hung over. Like falling down the rabbit hole of wonder. It's nothing but sweet, sweet curiosity trying to chase the rabbi that Is late for a very important date. The sweetness of chaos drips from my lips I couldn't help but pick a Beautiful rose for my beautiful queen of hearts how was I to know the rose was not to be red an just like that you said off with my head now the blood that drips from the thorns is a reminder of how we went mad