Some people say that I don’t have a brain
And I’d have to agree that its probably true
Because how could I fit in a brain
When my head is full of you?
I took an exam the other day
I couldn’t answer any of the questions
So I spent the two hours eulogising you
So after all, I had learnt the most important lesson
Sonnets, quadratic equations, dates in history
Will all remain a mystery to me
Because no matter what I do
My head remains full of you
Not that I’d want to change that
It seems like the perfect solution
To think that others kid themselves that they know more than me
When they just can’t see their delusion
Doctors have tried to help me
Therapists try and get to the root cause
Cranium massages, electrodes, EST
Could not shock me into accepting their cure
For I am not ill, not even the slightest bit blue
Its just that we all share a different worldview
You go ahead and busy yourself with whatever you do
And leave me here to luxuriate in a head full of you
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