i am perfect its the universes fault

you goes back a place you aint bin a while
sometime theres summin noo abawt
weren’t there before
an bin around a hundred year

“dont be silly its your memory
leaks like a taf” yull say
oh no it aint
that old fing really is nu

and ive worked it out
i read summit in the paper
bout quan’um stuff
you no qubits and the like

preten you cant put yer eggs in one basket
an if all yer gots one basket
an all the eggs gotta goin
yure stuffed

but if yuve got a quan’um basket
theyll all goin
cos it spreads em out fer yer
cross parallel universe fings

dunno wot they r
it sed universe is like a difrent istry
an quan’um stuf ’ops among em
an human memrys sorta quan’um too

and thats y i dont remember
that old new stuf
cos me memrys leaked from anover istry
where there aint no such fing

and theres anover me
who remembers a road that aint there
and turned dahn it and hit a wall
and now hes got grief

cos you see time and istrys like a crystal
sometimes theres a crack
an istrys get to be difrent
and memrys jumps

so all the people you fink are loonies
cos they live in a difrent world
they jus got memry leaks
theyve lived stuf yull never dreme

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