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303bugworld - my time in space [feat. popmonster] lyrics

[303bugworld]
my head’s so stuck inside in the past
i might as well be mimicking all of the dust that’s on the ceiling fan
i haven’t made a song i like in like 2 years, and 2 years quickly turns itself into a 3

my hoodie’s full of f+cking holes like my stigmata
but i can’t sow patches over all the holes in my hands
so when i become just a stain on the floor
please don’t let all my memory fade like all the blood that cursed the wood right on the door

i’ll turn myself into a ghost
i’ll haunt the poems that you wrote
i’ll be the worms dried up in summer
so then you’ll know when i’m alone

[popmonst3r]
four chamber sarcophagus that several spirits call a home
throwing parties nightly makes it hard to keep my eyes closed
they come to check up on me when i’ve been spending time alone
i’ve fallen out of favor, i make songs and sh+t when i’m alone
90 bpm party, keeps me up all night long
conner hit me up the other day, he said “bro let’s make another song”

associate them all with places i can’t recognize their faces
i can’t recognize their feelings, if i could i’d see them differently
still waiting for amazing, i’m still waiting for my favorite
i’m still waiting for the one who won’t say that they do things differently
it’s hard to say that i believe in goshy serendipity
kanye said i’m paranoid, it’s hard to say i disagree
i’m leaving for college soon, my family will be missing me
in some world the spirits of her regret they’ll be missing me
i won’t call to say goodbye, their kia will be history
and i must admit as well, their parties will be missed by me
me, me me me me m+m+m+m+me etc
[outro: 303bugworld]
know it hides inside the empty sp+ce between the drywall
but i can not seem to find a place where it gets to sleep
i said i tore the f+cking house apart right down to it’s bones
and i was up with nothing there except myself and now i’m thinking
bout the spines of all the pets you ever owned are still below you
said you can’t remember what’s already gone and what is going away
so when i think about the things i want to ignore
i will replace all my thoughts with the edge of a blade

one day i will turn into a ghost
i’ll haunt all of the poems that you wrote
i’ll turn into the worms that are drying up in summer
cuz i’m rotten like the lungs inhaling smoke
one day i will turn into a ghost
i’ll haunt all the poems that you wrote
i’ll turn into the worms that are drying up in summer
cuz i’m rotten like the lungs inhaling smoke

- 303bugworld lyrics

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