Dusty Lyrics

I've got lots, I want more. Losing space up on the floor

Adding up, I'm still bored. Everything feels like a chore

At the store, buying produce, feel that pressure for production

Apple core, avoid what matters, chronological consumption

I'm a master procrastinator. Always save things for later

I'm digging holes, dig craters. My own exacerbator

But also my own savior. I make my problems taper

Create the highs and lows. To give my life some flavor

Things get bland, oh so bland. I can't bear it, I can't stand it

Laying on the floor, I'm planted. Wishing I could make it happen

Looks like I'm taking life for granted

But really I'm just feeling stranded

Yeah, a plan is just a plan until you put it in the planet

I've been planning out this plan, but execution leads to panic

I get manic, then I hit a wall, proceeding through the labyrinth

I'm amazed by what things could have been, I didn't want to chance it

Dusty. Didn't make a move and things got dusty

Tried to brush it off, I started rushing

I'm allergic to the dust, so now I'm running

Took my time before, I knew that this was coming

Things got dusty. Things got dusty

I hate dusting, saw it coming, I did nothing

Things got dusty. Things got dusty

I hate dusting, saw it coming, I did nothing

So much stuff I used to love collecting dust, these times are tough

Indecision leads to hesitation, focusing on fluff

Yeah, the buffer comes from fear, I wonder if I'm good enough

Or what if I succeed, become that diamond in the rough

But I don't want it. Where do I go from there

Identity unraveled, the facade in open air. 


Maybe it's just better to pretend that I don't care

I don't care, scapegoats everywhere

I just dare myself to live a little, stop being so fickle. Stop living in the middle

Stop dwelling on riddles. Start making waves instead of making drizzle

Want to make a point of it, overgrown thistles. Feel the kickback, like a short-barreled Pistol

Getting so tired of thinking so wishful. Lay it all out there, blowing on the whistle

Like a coach, strategizing to ensure that I deploy the right approach

Time is running out, my thoughts begin to spiral, they encroach

Wheels are spinning, when I thought it was my time to go elope

Stuck in place, will I ever break out? Man, I don't know

Didn't make a move and things got dusty

Tried to brush it off, I started rushing

I'm allergic to the dust, so now I'm running

Took my time before, I knew that this was coming

Things got dusty. Things got dusty

I hate dusting, saw it coming, I did nothing

Things got dusty. Things got dusty

I hate dusting, saw it coming, I did nothing