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letra de _blanks_ - 303bugworld

part 1

last summer i tried to pot some plants inside the windowsill
but the sun couldn’t reach her fingers and through the glass
so now i’m fallin apart cus i’m all alone dancing in the dark
with the ghosts of the plants that once sat happy in my windowsill

next day i’m paced around the thought about where the flowers go
when they already lived their life inside the ground
is there a place that is much further down, that we don’t know
where the souls of the plants live, the souls of bugs and our own
and i said: “i can’t beliеve, i couldn’t find myself in potpourri!”
maybe i just wantеd to lose what i thought i was mentally…

[intsrumental break]
quack quack quack quack quack quack qu qu quack!

the plants that dried up in the windowsill have since returned to us as blades of grass inside the yard
and while i miss their smells and pretty colors i can’t help up but smile when i go to get something off off my car

i don’t know if i can remember what i wanted to
but i know at least the thought was there before
so when you’re feeling down and you don’t know where your life will go
just know that i thought of you and hoped you weren’t alone
and i said “i can’t believe, i couldn’t find myself in potpourri!”
maybe i just wanted to lose what i thought i was mentally…
[intsrumental break]
quack quack quack quack quack quack qu qu quack!

part 2
pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t
pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t
pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t
pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t
all you zombie ass p-ssies ima put you in the graves again
holding up the metal to the temple of my f-cking head
you think i’m f-cking bluffing now you looking like a f-cking crook
i’ll show you what i learned in school it’s on the wall go take a look
my life is just an empty book, the pages blank but not the bullets
it’s buckshot and 12 gauge, i’ll paint the world with my reassurance
i hate you and i hate myself and i’m built like a f-cking mess
i’m longing for the subtle touch one final moment, one last caress
nonchalant just like my dad, suicidal, ‘slike no i’m not
i relate to bacteria more than i can a f-cking person
i’m spitting brimstones like discernment emptier than a hollow bone
i’ll return as a field of flowers and make the ground my eternal home

pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t
pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t
pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t
pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with sh-t

- 303bugworld

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