I’m manic depressive
I’m up down infected
for each of my heavens
a hell came connected
yeah manic depressive
genetics selected
this chemical headstone
for me to erect it
but now I’m so solid
don’t leave me, you’re golden
I know we can make up
for each moment stolen
I don’t need just sunshine
I’d stand in the showers
if that’s what it took me
to bring forth your powers
see manic depression
it makes me think bolder
and you’re in my plans now
for warmer or colder