I have it when
I'm not with it then
I lose track,
looking back
it was always thus,

someone said,
is it the hippocampus?
now how the **** would I know
the answer to that?

I take a squint at the small print,
don't see any clues,
they're just trying to confuse me
like they always do.

But when it's there
oh boy,
I share it with her,
the girl,
and you feel it
in the curl of your hair,
your toes
she knows
I do too.

I never feel blue then
when I have it,
never lose track then
when she's with me

I guess that's being happy,
so
glad that I found it.