Special - Marcy Playground

You’re so complicated, it takes prophets, poets, sages

To decipher everything you say and do

I’m so scattered, flattered you would brave my clutter

I’m utterly enthusiastically in love with you

You are special, and in your arms

I’m special too

You and I believe in one belief that covers toxic lovers

You and I are prone to insanity

Glory to the king of Ritalin, a queen who’s impulse driven

Requisite for you to marry me

You are gorgeous, and in your arms

I’m gorgeous too

You are perfect for me