Pieces glued back together, restored guts
and you've found an easier way
And for you I'm the last of my solicitudes
Sometimes I'm crazy and drunk on apathy
And slow enough to not convince you
Your linearity is two years lost
It stands on my hand and I shake it off
I try to give you what you wish
Drink from my overfall, draw 'ok' from my lips
This is the fierce dead end of scarcity
And you don't know, you just follow
Acid plastic to repair an army, sewed words
and this is how tongues suffocates
But for you I'm just crudely unable to perceive
Now I'm the trashy debt untimely charged
Though the one in the haste pledge was me
You welcome their lies and think they're fair
as long as they'll give your truths a breath of air
And there's no such thing as had foreseen
Your numb footprint on a virgin ground
Leaving town to write a name in fiend lines
Oh what a beautiful mistake to impel
When you've put yourself in the firing line
Repeat it until it canonize
No, you haven't lost your worried mind
You cannot lose what's not your own
No, you haven't lost their lovely gaze
You cannot lose what's not your own
No, you haven't lost your way with words
You cannot lose what's not your own
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