Lyrics
Pulling it up
From the wet ground
I couldn't stop
Had to find out
Some things are best left to rot
If I knew this
I'd be less down
But I'm already up, yeah, to my neck now
Some things are best left to rot
Some things are best left to rot
Picking the scar
I know it's the wrong call
It won't bring the relief
I know that I long for
Some things are best left to rot
Some things are best left to rot
Well past productivity
Deep down in my misery
This instinct will bury me (bury me)
Bury me (bury me)
Bury me (bury me)
Bury me (bury me)
Pulling it up
From the wet ground
I couldn't stop
Had to find out
The days fall like leaves
I can never sleep
Never be at peace
No, no, no
Some things
Some things
Some things are best left to rot
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