Sitting here in this house
No one here but me
I’m isolated from all sounds
All sounds but some water being slowly set free
Back into my thoughts I wonder about some leftovers and if I should toss it
First things first I need to deal with that leaky faucet
Armed with a wrench my loosest jeans and some tools
Time to show this leaky faucet my definition of house rules
One twist to the right and did I hear a great squeak
A burst of dark water bursts out caressing my cheek
Water begins to billow, to rage, to pour
I have never felt this close to my faucet before
I grip the pipe with my newfound passion
Im so positively charged you could call me a cation
The bathrooms is like a scene from the perfect storm
Until this faucet creates a huge wave that takes suck massive form
I look into the eye of the great faucet storm happy not gloomy
I’ll be your Mark Walberg faucet if you’ll be my George Clooney
Next morning I wake up in my bed with wet sheets and smoke
What happened last night could not have been a joke
It couldn't’ have gone I feel it just came into my life
Something so special, so leaky could have made a great wave
I look all around the house in the bedroom, my drawers the closet
I listen again and hear no dripping, no noise, no leaky faucet faucet
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