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...

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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...

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Part 2

Pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with shit

Pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with shit

Pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with shit

Pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with shit

All you zombie ass pussies Ima put you in the graves again

Holding up the metal to the temple of my fucking head

You think I'm fucking bluffing now you looking like a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 shit

Pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with shit

Pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with shit

Pull yourself out of the grave, you gotta learn live with shit