The Escape Artist.

I am the vacant space between your collar bones
I am the lingering spirit disembodied and shining
bright in your thoughts when you're all alone.
Someone wants in and I won't change my mind they're not allowed to see
Someone's getting angry and I thought
I told you to keep your mouth from ever mentioning me.
Insane is a compliment, and believe it when you see it
You're fucked up
You're fucking nuts.
Holy men with hairy hats keep proclaiming your arrival
I've been here the whole time, I am your god-given messiah