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 less I'd be less down But I'm already up 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
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
