I sold you for parts
You get what you want
Then I'll want it too

I know who you are
Don't know who your not
I don't dare ask
 [bad word] back, we'll use the stove
We'll make plans in the back
Of your pickup [bad word] 

Oh, why no one told
She crowns my lips
And waits up

Helicopter sails
Watching bird's eye
That's when I dropped

And all my hands
Where behaving
Like maps expired

These rocks have been kicked
My body is spent
Can't stop and rest, oh no

 [bad word] plus ease
I see it in 3-
You can't dream so slow

Don't check the index for reference
Curse the sky "Lord, give me hints"
I search the place for your prints

I feel your cryptomnesia
Cryptomnesia