bubble up from sleeping giant by kissed her little sister

oh my god

how could it be i plant a tree
animals come look and see
buried the blood stuck in the mud
here i am wait for the flood
i change a thing what do i bring
insects are moving their wings

watering plants evicting ants
move in and out of my trance
my nerves are shot like it or not
i feel like i’m losing the plot
i write a song and i right a wrong
in a moment it is gone

things bubble up
im not one to not give a fuck
i give a fuck too much
stressed out about stupid stuff, mmm
hands bubble up plans bubble up
demands interrupt
heat bubble up feet bubble up
i understand stuff
like your love’s enough
i know where to go when the going gets tough
we couple up
she lift me up
out the mire and the muck

i cut my bun
i got a son
nothing new under the gun
what have i done?
i am become
death
im a bum
under my breath
under my thumb
stress
rise with the sun

i know the feeling now
my mirror neurons shout
my body’s aching with it

and i'm feeling dumb
feeling breathless
vulnerability
the world is reckless
took off my necklace
disconnected

bees bubble up
float high on the breeze huddle up
seeds bubble up trees bubble up
these leaves reconstruct
flicker on the ash tree shuck
lucky ole sun but im stuck moonstruck
oh!
my mind’s eye sees
the parting high seas
the 3 parts of the psyche
dying ash trees
flying past me
hemlocks always crashing
stars bubble time bubble up
im a bubble in a cup

i cut my bun
i got a son
nothin new under the gun
what have i done?
i am become
death
im a bum
under my breath
under my thumb
stress
rise with the sun

• Pop
• bedroom pop
• experimental pop
• lo-fi
• United States