Cryptomnesia

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

Come back, we'll 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 all my hands

Where 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