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 you're not
I don't dare ask

Come back, use the stove
We'll make plans in the back
Of your pickup truck

Oh why no one told
She crowns my lips
And waits up
Helicopter sails
Watching bird's eye
That's when I dropped
And oh, my hands
Were behaving
Like maps expired

These rocks have been kicked
My body is spent
Can't stop and rest, oh no
Your comfort plus ease
I see it in 3-D
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