See if you can figure out what the waffles and spaghetti is supposed to mean hehe.
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Mr. Wafflebrain
And Miss. Spaghettihead
Got together one day
They hit it off quite well
Amazingly compatible you could say.
Well eventually they realized they’re different
And not all opposites attract
They began to fight and squabble
Had nothing nice to say.
Break up
Make up
Break up again
“Why are we withering away?
“Please, let’s fix this”
To each other they’d pray
Mr. Wafflebrain
And Miss Spaghettihead
Were so stubborn
Fed up
And fighting again
“I have to come 90 or beyond for you
while you won’t even come 10.
If they say ‘all is fair in love and war’
What do you call this then?”
Mr. Wafflebrain was so simply basic ‘twas complicated
It was vague to Miss. Spaghettihead
What all went on inside
That Miss. Spaghettihead’s noodle,
So tangled and intricate
What to think or understand of him she couldn’t seem to decide.
Why did it seem so right before?
How come I’m not irresistible anymore?
Now you’re just the resisting kind
So what if we aren’t the same you and i
Don’t opposites attract?
You were feeln strong for me there.
Why’d you suddenly push back?
Sometimes its impossible to think now
With all these complex thoughts which reside
Why cant I be a wafflebrain too?
So that you and I could stay?
No you’ll never be satisfied
It’s the unfortunate truth, Mr. Wafflebrain
You jump from box-to-box in your thoughts
And change who you want in your bed.
What feelings you have in your heart
And what’s going on in your head.
I am sad to see what that will bring you to
Not giving or loving yourself and another
But despising all instead
I can’t understand or say more to you
You won’t listen to what’s in my heart or mind
You set me in your “nothing” box
And put earplugs on your heart
Wow the acoustics in here are great
In this nothing box where you’ve tuned me out.
I keep echoing, Echoing, ECHOING
As if somehow understanding will get out
It may eventually reach you
If it does it might be late
‘Cause now I have no more room or appetite
For waffles on my spaghetti plate.
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