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see the people sitting over there

i want to kiss and touch them everywhere

oh no, not because i really care

oh god, no , no, i wouldnt dare


love, love

id really like a small part of it

oh love

i cant believe the word love


hes had love in damp alleys

in city hall, in city libraries

we smoked it underneath the playground

slide

why did i try ?


oh love

we cry so very much about it

oh love

obsessing in the night about it

oh love

id really like a small part of it

oh love, love , love


okay , thats enough of that

okay, okay now thats enough of that

im getting very tired of the facts

im getting very tired of the fact that


i must be right

oh, it must be right

thats why i'm cold and alone again

thats why im all on my own again

thats why im throwing things around my

home again

thats why

im looking for love

Love,Love,Love, by The Organ


Welcome to the new song that I'm currently obsessed with. It seems kind of apropos to my life at the moment. I wish it wasn't, but it is. Isn't that the human condition, though, to constantly be searching for love in all of its many forms? We are a species that needs contact. We are not meant to be solitary for life, no matter what all of those jaded souls say. I have as much a right to be jaded as the next fool, and yet I still find myself wanting companionship. I have been hurt and screwed over many times, and it will happen many times more, but I still can't make myself stop wanting it. I think I know why-for a few glorious moments, whether they last days, weeks, months, or years, my stomach is full of butterflies, I am hanging on their every word, the possibility of a hand brushing mine threatens to put me on overload, and there is no better high. Even if it all goes down the drain, those things still make it all worth it, every single time.