Two Onefive/Onesix

You're like iodine chasing all the storms away

You're like a black-ops liquorice masquerade

You're like a buzz that's look for a bee

You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory

To me

You're like a diatribe calling on a quest for me

You're like the ideal rainy day activity

You're like a sine, emphasis in green

You're like lady bugs turnings into jelly beans

You're like iodine chasing all the storms away

You're like a black-ops liquorice masquerade

You're like a buzz that's look for a bee

You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory

To me

You're like a trance for looking at a better way

You're like a test maze keeping all the me's at bay

You're like a play that's like a pen

You're like M.C. Escher but a ten

You're like iodine chasing all the storms away

Yo're like a black-ops licorice masquerade

You're like a buzz that's look for a bee

You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory

To me

You're like 2 and 15 16ths

To the north east of me