I know, I'm quite the Weirdo.
Yesterday I dropped my brain, it's hanging down my back.
I keep thinking "I'll get it fixed, I'll store it in a sack"
My brain is scraping on the floor, I'm leaving quite a trail.
I find my blood is everywhere, in fact, I look quite pale.
I try to mop it up, to maybe put it right.
Though I cannot concentrate, I'm feeling very light.
I lay down on the floor, to take a breath, to close my eyes.
I think of you and fall asleep, never to again arise.
I keep thinking "I'll get it fixed, I'll store it in a sack"
My brain is scraping on the floor, I'm leaving quite a trail.
I find my blood is everywhere, in fact, I look quite pale.
I try to mop it up, to maybe put it right.
Though I cannot concentrate, I'm feeling very light.
I lay down on the floor, to take a breath, to close my eyes.
I think of you and fall asleep, never to again arise.
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