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