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