Junk

The hive mind
Never more than ten feet wide
You got the peaches I got the rind

A fine tip
Sketching on my valentine
But I'm out the door in t minus nine

No more soup for me
Cuz I can't follow the rules of the process
And document all the mistakes
So many stupid mistakes
I took my time but it wouldn't take

I got a plan that could put us in jail
So send me your letters of junk in the mail
And I'll bail
For the second time

What I'd give to not live
At the bottom of my mind

Doctor My Eyes
Are susceptible to lies
So tell me a third time
How I could be mislead

By the junk inside my cabeza
It plays a meaningful part
I use the junk inside my head
To fill the void that's in my heart

Just send me someone to digitize
Truth is I bluffed and I got a byte

To know exactly what I need for piece of mind
It's over constrained and under-defined

Makes no sense to me
Cuz I can't follow the rules of the process
And document all the mistakes
So many stupid mistake
I took my time but it wouldn't take

I got a plan that could put us in jail
So send me your letters of junk in the mail
And ill bail
For the second time

What I'd give to not live
At the bottom of my mind

Doctor My Eyes
Are susceptible to lies
So tell me a third time
How I could be mislead

By The junk inside my cabeza
It plays a meaningful part

I use the junk inside my head
To fill the void that's in my heart
I use the junk inside my head
To fill the void that's in my heart
I'm using the junk inside of my head
To fill the void that's in my heart
I'm using the junk inside of my head
To fill the void inside my heart



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Craig
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