I’m nervous, I’m dumb, where’s my love? A mixture of verses
I love you and It is simple. I’m sorry I’m vexing my solitude again.
It is a loving world! and my love is still gray. Laa-laa-laa, hormones and brain injuries. I love you my Universe of Friends!
He is the neurotic troubador la-la-la and his conscious song is spilling all over the vector.
This verse is the only sound out there La-la-la of the masking fool holding the tethered of kissless soul
Why rejection? Why subtle resistance? I am not holy in my regret.
Space, space, space, where is my head at?
A colony of rejects in the summer time La-la-la watch how they play in the sunshine and shade
The great Om is the vantage point of Grace La-la-la I’m married to auspice and whimsy to virtues.