I just ran into a new outmate
says he's been needing a new slate
because he can't clean his own on his own
says for the old one it's just too late
I just ran into a brand new outpatient
if you're asking me maybe he should still be in it
because he can't clean his own on his own
I don't think that the world is ready for this
I can't clean my own on my own
I don't know what the fuck to do with it
I can't clean my own on my own
I know that I'm not deserving of it
I ran into you on the fourth floor in the fourth cooridor
and your second eye was shut and it was black and it looked sore
I didn't say shit I just held the door
In the back of my head I hope you don't deserve it I hope you deserve more
I can't clean my own on my own
I don't know if I know it
I can't clean my own on my own
I don't know what the fuck to do with it
I can't clean my own on my own
I know
I had a vision of a head on collision
when I came to the other pieces are missing
I had a vision of a head on collison
when I came to you were missing
Very Machine bridges the idiosyncrasies of Yowie with those of Tangled Thoughts of Leaving in a brand new packaging.
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