[Verse 1]

Pulling it up from the wet ground

I couldn't stop, had to find out

Some things are best left to rot

[Verse 2]

If I knew less, 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

[Verse 3]

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

[Bridge]

Well past productivity

Deep down in my misery

This instinct will bury me, bury me

Bury me, bury me

[Verse 1]

Pulling it up from the wet ground

I couldn't stop, had to find out

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]

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