Teapot
My head feels like a brick, one of the ones
Broken off the wall and lying in the ditch
In that neighborhood your mom didn't want us to play in
And my body's like that garden hose
The one we'd turn up till it flailed around
And everyone was totally soaked
Then the neighbor's dog chewed through it
Now it's limp and filled with holes
Holes
Where did those, where did those times go
I don't know, I don't know
My spirit's like that tree
That one we would tear sticks and leaves from
And throw into the stream
And watch as they floated down
Till they were nowhere to be seen
And my life is like that day
We were gonna gather every kid in town
And play the greatest game we'd ever played
Then the weather changed
And all I got to do was watch the rain
Rain
What am I, what am I today
I can't say, I can't say
My head is completely filled with too many rainy days to count
Somebody, somebody tip me over and pour me out
My head is completely filled with too many rainy days to count
Somebody, somebody tip me over and pour me out
My head is completely filled with too many rainy days to count
Somebody, somebody tip me over and pour me out
Broken off the wall and lying in the ditch
In that neighborhood your mom didn't want us to play in
And my body's like that garden hose
The one we'd turn up till it flailed around
And everyone was totally soaked
Then the neighbor's dog chewed through it
Now it's limp and filled with holes
Holes
Where did those, where did those times go
I don't know, I don't know
My spirit's like that tree
That one we would tear sticks and leaves from
And throw into the stream
And watch as they floated down
Till they were nowhere to be seen
And my life is like that day
We were gonna gather every kid in town
And play the greatest game we'd ever played
Then the weather changed
And all I got to do was watch the rain
Rain
What am I, what am I today
I can't say, I can't say
My head is completely filled with too many rainy days to count
Somebody, somebody tip me over and pour me out
My head is completely filled with too many rainy days to count
Somebody, somebody tip me over and pour me out
My head is completely filled with too many rainy days to count
Somebody, somebody tip me over and pour me out
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Writer(s): Griffin Miller
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