i sat in the sun
she told me, you're doing just fine ***
while i spoke to an angel
my heart was nothing but faithful
the seams of this room turned to paint
let me assure you this isn't a complaint
my hands may have started to tremble
and my mind did rush to say how does this resemble
this was all sorta trippy
before you fall for this mess of a hippy,
just know my mind sometimes turns blue
but i'll always share my words with you