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The ground reaches out to catch me
Softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I want something soft
I'm a fish in a bucket, thrashing
He tried to take me out, hooks in my mouth
Listen to me when I say ouch
I want something soft
So I give in to the fall, fall, fall (it's cold out here)
I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks
I died and I land with both of my hands
In the mud, the mud
It felt like a god, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all (Is there anyone?)
I bathed in her waterfalls
And continued to fall, fall (I'm entering the exosphere)
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
The forest reaches out to guide me
Blue fire paths of will-o-wisps
Illuminate the darkness's old tricks
I'm nobody's captive (mm-mm)
I asked him not to kill me politely
He drained my magic core, bottled up at the source
I washed up on a sea glass shores
I'm nobody's captive (mm-mm)
It felt like a god, how she held me
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all
I bathed in her waterfalls
And continued to fall, fall
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
Set in a crooked trajectory
The journey here was hard
I was almost pulled apart
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
The ground reaches out to catch me
Softly in her baseball mitt
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
I want something soft
Writer(s): Ilsey Juber, Ashton Nicole Casey, Thomas Slinger, Hayden
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