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 sentiment      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   But I know what to say   But forgot how to speak   When it made me limerant.