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! 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 droped   And oh 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 refrence   Curse the sky 'Lord, give me hints'   I search the place for your prints      I feel your cryptomnesia cryptomnesia