There’s a slice in my neck
It’s been there since before I was born
I was breathing like a fish in a womb
In a tank full of fluid
I did nine months
Til the doc, cut me loose
My mother was filled with popcorn
Soaked in strawberry hill pools
Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head
Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head
That slice in my neck
It’s oozing jelly clear as glass
Between my fingers and my thumb
It’ll stretch for inches between the bones
Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head
Everyday is like the first
But with a harder head
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