I once had a house   But it was flooded   all kinds of wet      I had to find my friends   so I checked the depth   and held my breath      and I swam   in circles      I then found my loved ones   their cardboard covers   were soaked in mud   I tried to clean them off   restore the order   and get things right      but I'll just walk    in circles   I'll just run into squares      He smells like a book   his skin is paper   his teeth are words   And when I turn the page   I'll see an ending, a happy ending      Where I'm not walking in circles   where I must talk in slack (?)