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i'm a puddle in the back of your head

a dripping faucet there

a leaky pipe, a cascading tear

and a nose wipe - on the surface it's clear



we're in that childhood poem

on that foreign planet

the girls were right,

this man is a maggot



you say under your breathe

but we both know what's in the back of your head



you got lost there a long time ago

please visit and reflect

a grey sky pond, a cascading tree

and there's no time - at the shore surface it's still



run to that childhood poem

on that foreign planet

the girls were right,

this man is a faggot



you say under your breathe

but we both know that together it makes no sense



sometimes you're wrong

and sometimes i am

sometimes we're both wrong

sometimes we're right on time



sometimes i'm just a ryhme

in your eyes

but you're not just a thigh

in my sight



we're similiar in that we're different

it's not that hard to understand if you listen



please ask your tears to wait a second

please ask your tears to wait a second cause



i'm a puddle in the back of your head

a dripping faucet there

a leaky pipe, a cascading tear

and a nose wipe - on the surface it's clear



we're in that childhood poem

on that foreign planet

the girls were right,

this man is a maggot



you say under your breathe

but we both know what's in the back of your head



we both know what's in the back of your head