Wash
Is it a given that I should expect a wash?
On one hand, the other, opportunity lost
I’m begging, beginning to feel purposeful yet
Alliance, all red tape, not what I want from this

And what could be better?
Aim is true, and I’m the pin
Watch you inch closer and waiting for it

Don’t believe in curses or predeterminate
But when there’s a pattern, cannot unsee that shit
My heart is a raceway, my head’s a garbage dump
I’ll climb the top with you, I’ll give you what you want
My heart is a raceway, my head’s a garbage dump
I’ll climb the top with you, it’d be a lot of fun