I am you

Baby, do you think I’m crazy?
Maybe.
This sounds like the words from another song,
Maybe I should sing along,
So, baby, I will carry on,
Because being crazy
Can have it’s own advantages
Giving an excuse for all your words
And actions,
Meaning you can
Fuck the rhyme scheme,
Third or fourth person,
Escape the crime scene,
As some other fucker
Drives by, perving.
So now, tell me,
Am I singing my own song?
Took it from some other
And made it
My own,
But then again who’s is it really?
Mine or yours
Or ours, my baby,
Ours?
That really does sound crazy.
You are me.