Cryptomnesia

I sold you for parts, you get what you want

Bet I wanted to, 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 truckOh, why no one told, she crowns my lips and waits up

Her look of dissent, watching bird's eye

That's when I dropped

And oh, my hands were behaving like maps six fiveThese rags have been kept, my body is spent

Can't stop and rest, oh no, your comfort blessings, I see it in 3-D

You can't dream so slow, don't check the index for reference

'Cause the sky, Lord give me heads, I search the place for your princeI feel your cryptomnesia, cryptomnesia