If My Body Were a Game of Operation
Racing Thoughts – Remove the race car from my mind and give a motherfucker a rest
Too-Small Skull – Try and grasp the bone and force it through a passage that is designed for you to fail
Fawn Response Throat – Please, take it. I’d rather fight anyways
Broken Humerous – Remove the hilarity I built when I was eight
Backbone – You can’t have it. I grew it myself.
Perfect Cervix – According to my gynecologist. It’s only weird if you want it to be.
Dumptruck Ass – Grab a hold. Throw it back.
Eject Button Knees – Give up whenever you want to, my knees do.
Snap, Crackle, and Pop Ankles – Take away the cereal so I don’t have to hear it anymore.
Pointed Toes – Sometimes curled, thats more fun.
Play along and build dexterity, all you have to do is take me apart and put me back together again.