head to toe

there’s hairs in the tub that i don’t recognize
and other ones stuck in the rug
that i think got caught in your mouth and eyes.

you lean over me, like you’re reaching for the last rung
i walk the stairs up in your mouth,
spiral down and echo like a note you sung.

so just tell me what you wanna know.
just tell me what you wanna know.

these few minutes here, i try to make them fit a phrase
i try to soak them up with beer,
i try to make them last a couple days.

you made fun of me, when you rolled your eyes and picked your nose.
traced the line from spine to cheek, memorized the way i speak,
learned me head to toe.

so what do you think about me now?
what do you think about me now?

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