Sewerperson - bugs Lyrics

I will build a home from the sticks ive scrounged
The ground is too cold for the grave ive found
Paper white snow hits the skull stuck out
Leave it for the wolves to be cleaned and broke down
The fall will take souls and its time has come now
I could feel it pulse when I touch the coarse ground
The look you shot back from the comfort of his arms
Was the winters own gaze freezing blood around my heart

Maybe when these maple trees are cut down
I could learn the air we breath has run out
Since you've been a friend of me until now
Ill give you a running start to climb out
The walls run slick with the tears of a clown
And the bucket over head never once lowered down
Ur Safe asleep here inside the bottom of the well
Slowly Everybody mourns then forgets your smell

I put this upon myself

I will build a home from the sticks ive scrounged
The ground is too cold for the grave ive found
Paper white snow hits the skull stuck out
Leave it for the wolves to be cleaned and broke down
The fall will take souls and its time has come now
I could feel it pulse when I touch the coarse ground
The look you shot back from the comfort of his arms
Was the winters own gaze freezing blood around my heart