[Verse 1]
Pulling it up from the wet ground
I couldn't stop, had to find out
Some things are best left to rot

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Bridge]
Well past productivity
Deep down in my misery
This instinct will bury me, bury me
Bury me, bury me

[Verse 1]
Pulling it up from the wet ground
I couldn't stop, had to find out
[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
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