[Pre-Verse: Adapted version of "Reggie Watts: A send-off in style"] [Verse: Fire-Ice] It all starts with the Love Face, it does Forlorn microexpression from Paul The first base, then the chase for more Was comfortable in solitude alone; facing a challenge Defining nothing less of what is most important Shall I, shall I not follow the rabbit into the hole and Can I keep part of reality shared with no one else Disorientation turns too quickly into de-selfed The Love Face [Post-Verse: Adapted version of "Reggie Watts: A send-off in style"]