This Machine
I felt the doubt
20 years from now I'd be walking out
Missing the point all along
And no one would know where to point me to
Baby blue
If you knew all the thoughts in my head
You would lose all your own
But you would just lose
Nothing
Sticks to
This machine
Calling
Quitting
Elated
And I can't stop it
But I know my head
Used my hands just to keep you in bed
Hoping the warmth was enough
Keeping the gears from the rust
I can't take much more
My Kentucky is weaker than yours
Tailored with seams, so they bust
Breaking the ties between us
Nothing
Sticks to
This machine
Calling
Quitting
Elated
And I can't stop it
No, I can't stop it
