on my face I scratched out something like a silhouette
around the golden ten like lambs
on my face I’ve hidden
away any embarrassment
away from my acuteness
I’m not sold on anything but half a dream
I’m not sensing a thing

I see a blank notebook page
and it’s my life and
there is nothing I can think to write

I fear the thought of symmetry (?)
I hope you don’t see a thing
smile through everyone you ever see
So what you gave him the time of day
Twist back...
Dance around I honestly give up and de-robe

I see a blank notebook page
and it’s my life and
there is nothing I can think to write
fear the thought of not sensing a thing (?)

right side falls, heaven looks gracefully on you
I owe you too
right side because heaven knows it should be so easy (x3)