Pulling it up from the wet ground
I couldn't stop, had to find out
Some things are best left to rot
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
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
Well past productivity
Deep down in my misery
This instinct will bury me, bury me
Bury me, bury me
Pulling it up from the wet ground
I couldn't stop, had to find out
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
I couldn't stop, had to find out
Some things are best left to rot
But I'm already up, yeah, to my neck now
Some things are best left to rot
Some things are best left to rot
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
Deep down in my misery
This instinct will bury me, bury me
Bury me, bury me
I couldn't stop, had to find out
I can never sleep
Never be at peace
No, no, no
Some things
Some things
Some things are best left to rot
Song Info
Copyright
Lyrics © Terrorbird Publishing Llc
Writer
Benjamin Sinclair, Elizabeth Stokes, Jonathan Pearce, Tristan Deck
Duration
3:58
Submitted by
panwitt On Feb 04, 2026
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