Trust Me Bro (Salvador Dalí, Probably) Lyrics

I'm getting depressed again

I can feel it in my bones

The pain is back in my chest again

Waiting for the sun to explode

And there's a hand-print on my bedroom window

It's been there for months and I can't tell if it came

From trying to get out or get in

And I used to overthink the pane

But I'm done reflecting

So bury me under evergreens

Where the colour never dies

With a life of pentimentos

And the roots laid on my side

And maybe I'll learn to face the change of the seasons

Better than I've done so far alive

So bury me under evergreens

Where the colour

Where the colour never dies

I'm still dancing on the grave

Of my circadian rhythm

Stomping flowers and candles

I don't want your sympathy

I'll try to fight back fiat thoughts

And heartaches

Won't suffocate myself in doomsday prophecies

And dark places

They're paper towns

They're Agloe and welcoming me in

When the road ahead's paved with shards of glass

And my sole's wearing thin

So bury me under evergreens

Where the colour never dies

With a life of pentimentos

And the roots laid on my side

And maybe I'll learn to face the change of the seasons

Better than I've done so far alive

So bury me under evergreens

Where the colour

Where the colour never-

So I'll paint over these coffins

Not to hide it or lose the memories

They'll stay alive til I die

But I'll take what it taught me

And fight while my heart beats

To paint a brighter picture of life

Because I spent years

Staring at every void that would stare back

I'd hyper-fixate on a worn out past

A hopeless future

And a present walled in

Content with morbid murals

But I'm all out of space

And I'm done with funerals

Bury me under evergreens

Where the colour never dies

With a life of pentimentos

And the roots laid on my side

And maybe I'll learn to face the change of the seasons

Better than I've done so far alive

So bury me under evergreens

where the colour

Where the colour never-

Bury me under evergreens

Where the colour never dies

With a life of pentimentos

And the roots laid on my side

And maybe I'll learn to face the change of the seasons

Better than I've done so far alive

So bury me under evergreens

where the colour

Where the colour never dies