Definitely Bipolar

I'm at the top of the sin wave right now. It's like the clouds have parted and all I can see is my love for you. I'm standing on the top of the world, on the highest mountain of optimism. My entire body courses with energy, shaking as I reach down into the depths of the world, into the wet, blue mists, and take your hand.

I see you look up from your slumber, your internal torment. You open your eyes and look up into mine, and I see you give the slightest smile.

I have my hand extended, from this high, golden mountain, into the blue shadows. I have your fingers clutched in mine. I say a single word: "Jump."

Please come up to meet me, while I'm still on this mountain. I know it's precarious, and I'll soon fall. But will I fall into your arms? My fingers are shaking and my arms have cramped up from typing. All I can think of is:

It's always been wait and see
A happy day and then you'll pay
And feel like shit the morning after
But now I feel changed around
And instead of falling down
I'm standing up the morning after
Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later
I could be another fool or an exception to the rule
You tell me the morning after

Crooked spin can't come to rest
I'm damaged bad at best
She'll decide what she wants
I'll probably be the last to know
No one says it 'til it shows
See how it is, they want you or they don't
Say yes

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl
Who's still around the morning after