in the waiting line

am going crazy with a capital c. i have love that borders awkward obsession. can't stop thinking abt it, can't stop singing it, can't get enough. i wanna listen to them all the time. when i walk, when i sit, when someone's talking, when someone's not talking, when my hand twitches, when my feet stirs. they're getting sick with my constant humming and poor imitation of the songs but i tell them it's impulsive. the lyrics come as they like and i'm made against my will to utter it. people go: 'SHUT UP' i say: 'OK...(pause)...too low to find my way, too high to wonder why, I've touched this place before somewhere in another time, now I can hear the sun, the clouds drifting through the blinds, a half a million thoughts, are flowing through my mind...pada pappada...pada pappada...'