I don't feel
That things
Will turn out well
Because we're dreaming of a spell
I don't think
That we
As such
Can all agree on everything
Your ideas, your ideas
I can feel that
They are made, they are made
Of a fake thread
And your stupid silly paper cup regrets
I wouldn't mind if you would mind
I wouldn't mind if you would mind
The dirt
On your
Thin hands
It's a gross, but unavoidable side effect
The result
Of our sweat
There is a tiny little engine that disconnects
All the screws, all the screws
Fully rusted
We get lost, we get lost
In our sub-conscience
Got to be, got to be a cause for everything
I wouldn't mind if you would mind
I wouldn't mind if you would mind
You disgraced my identity
I can't fake your simplicity
I wouldn't mind if you would mind
I wouldn't mind if you would mind
