Who stole my hand? I seemed to have it last night
People and friends said stuff like, "indeed," "so true," and "alright"
Trains never leave on time but I admit I lost my ticket
I never expected reparations so honed as my hand

A summer salt is lavish sprinkle it with mood
You'll be so enabled when I am through
Cartwheels, french fries, your lover and you

Healing the blind man, leading the blind men
Guilty pleasures and all their lack of apple money
People and friends said stuff like, "indeed," "so true,"
and "watch your back you filthy rotten coward of a man"
Trains never leave on time but I admit I lost my rickety fence that's meant to keep everybody out
I never expected anything so blessed as your hand

A summer salt is lavish sprinkle it with mood
You'll be so enabled when I am through
Cartwheels, French fries, your lover and you