I'm a good kid from a good home
so I've no good excuse for the things that I've done.
Dreamed something evil up in the top bunk.
I was slimy and used up as yesterday's junk.
I wanted to tell you
but I was scared
that you'd forget you died for me.
Didn't know why
you let the devil
find a place inside of me.
There's no place to hide for me.
In headphones october bleeded by,
oh, and I believed a lie.
Saw your fingers brush out the morning sky.
Why raise up the dust just to curse you and die?
I still don't know why
and I don't care,
just don't forget you died for me.
In your hands
or in your side
is there a place to hide for me?
Is there a place to hide for me?
Thinking about the woods behind my childhood home
Wonder what the animals are doing now
Wonder if the mycelia is the same as it was then
I don’t know how long fungus lives
I don’t know how long fungus lives
My grandma died before I lived I was awake but not alive
There’s a picture of us together and I would say I have her eyes
I can still smell the perfume of the woman down the block
My mom searches the obits we wonder where you are
Wonder if the wallpapers the same as it was then
I don’t know when lifetimes end
Wonder if the mycelia is the same as it was then
I don’t know how long fungus lives
I don’t know how long fungus lives
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