Contrecoup

You know what's wrong with me

You know phrenology

You saw my injury

You can tell just by looking at my skull

Contrecoup, on the rebound

Contrecoup hurt me again

And the second was worse by far than the first

'Cause it made me limerent

When my head was hit

I bounced away from it

Or as someone who is craniosophic would say,

The brain went the opposite way

Contrecoup, on the rebound

Contrecoup hurt me again

And the second was worse by far than the first

'Cause the first one woke my feelings for you

But the contrecoup made my words untrue

And it left me limerent

Which is to say, how it goes

Couched in terms no one knows

And as if the choice were slim

As if there's no synonym

You know what's wrong with me

You know phrenology

You saw my injury

You can tell just by looking at my skull

Contrecoup, on the rebound

Contrecoup hurt me again

And the second was worse by far than the first

Though the impulse is strong, the connection is weak

And I know what to say, but forgot how to speak

When it made me limerent