You know what's wrong with me You know phrenology You saw my injury You can tell just by looking at my skull Countrecoup, on the rebound Countrecoup hurt me again And the second was worse by far than the first 'Cause it made my 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 Countrecoup, on the rebound Countrecoup hurt me again And the second was worse by far than the first 'Cause the first one woke my feelings for you But the countrecoup 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 Countrecoup, on the rebound Countrecoup 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