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dust//

(album: how will i rest in peace if i'm buried by a highway?// - 2020)


Have you ever got a hug but you felt no touch?
Have you ever tried to love but it hurt you more?
Have you ever fucked but you couldn't come?
Playing hide and seek looking for yourself

Have you ever had the right answer to the wrong question?
Have you ever raised your hand in an art lesson?

Well I've seen the stars and they look like us
I run into the rocks I'm turning to dust
Turning to dust, turning to dust, turning to dust
Turning to dust, turning to dust

Place to be can't find the right Ritalin to your arms
You could go but you stay here
Yeah you're cold but I live here
And this anxiety
It creeps into my home
This is really all my fault
Is this really all my fault though?

Have you ever had the right answer to the wrong question?
Have you ever raised your hand in an art lesson?

Well I've seen the stars and they look like us
I run into the rocks I'm turning to dust
Turning to dust, turning to dust, turning to dust
Turning to dust, turning to dust, turning to dust
Turning to dust, turning to dust

Turning to dust, turning to dust, turning to dust
Turning to dust, turning to dust, turning to dust
Turning to dust, turning to dust

Place to be find the right Ritalin to your arms
You could go but you stay here
Yeah it gets cold but I live here
And this anxiety
It creeps into my home
This is really all my fault
Is this really all my fault though?

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