Текст песни Ipsum - Justin the Flora God

This is the part where I turn 'em to gold
Cause I can't tell you all of my feelings
Maquette and mould only block from the bone
When they break away all of my features

Maybe I
I talk a lot
Maybe I
We're bound to nothing

Wasn't me, was it me
Getting caught up in the little things
It was only a nightmare
You were my remedy
Who knew that garden
Grew such a bitter seed
Gave all my youth
Like what's the use
I fall apart
You make a move
And I won't fall for pyrite
We'll live like a movie
Just moments had with highlights
Credits roll on routine

This is the part where I turn 'em to gold
Cause I can't tell you all of my feelings
Maquette and mould only block from the bone
When they break away all of my features

Luxury of a peace sign, it won't ever be
'Til I dream in lucidity, I don't think I'll ever sleep
Do re mi fa so fucking done overthinking things
Love, you had the best of me
Young and dumb, but make it moody
Now, pink and blue my sky, like, in progress
Aesthetic, chase eye lines
Made it common sense (I swear)

I've been out too long
Beyond the setting sun
And if we turn to dust
I've been out to long
Beyond the setting sun