Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moths, artist - Cubbiebear.
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Moths |
I let 'er back, wasn’t as easy as I thought it’d be |
Solving thoughts of self-worth, getting over you |
Feeling all these feet that I’m underneath |
The words are coming about as easy as |
My peace that it swallows in between |
And I’m lost with she consuming my thoughts |
Turning he to he is something I don’t need |
Right, afraid of you, or afraid of me? |
Aging the lesson, living in future’s worry |
I could never see, so I’m allowed to question |
And it’s not to leave us left guessing |
I just wanna breath with a chest free of tension |
Have an answer that defines the meaning |
It’s hard to believe though right? |
Honesty, now even the truth is hard to read |
So we coop up afraid to speak and stay silent just be |
'Cause anger follows the word we, and we don’t get |
We try, look pathetic, regret that warmth or freeze |
I’ll stand rejected these words infest |
And now hurt is a cure, wings spread be free |
And I’ll try to be |
Sometimes I’m guessing the lessons learned |
Are stretched in tethered seams, seems to stretch |
Mixing up my thoughts, fuckin' up my speech |
And the circle circle’s |
Starts at the scene where you decide to leave |
And I can’t pretend to not see if you’re right |
Cause if I was you I guess, I would hate me |
Yeah I felt like that way for like, I 'dunno, for a while, uh, I was like, |
too busy trying to like, fix a thing, and keep it alive |
This is why I step regardless of fate |
I move from you, feeling sick and afraid |
Foot at a time every day more empty |
So I paint but everything bleeds gray |
You want proof that I move from what I do |
With every truth seen as excuse |
What’s the use of blame? |
Already bruised |
And claimed everything that we went through |
I’m out of pockets to hold this shame with |
So sick of past and pain you keep placed in |
So I mass mistakes and turn facing a grudge |
That claim them, hoping it won’t hate it |
But it’s a monster, it’s not solid |
My hands go right through |
So dark and abused, a shadow to hide promises |
We used to hold on to |
The only conviction that’s said so plain |
Is against in defense of misjudged statements |
Till we shake in rage you hold aim with a weight |
To carry my name in |
I’m making you look like a bad person, right? |
Is that what you’d say? |
I can’t feel guilty all the time |
And there’s only so much I could take |
So the stress made a space in old is a tell in the mirror |
Only we don’t grow, just age to the point of defeat |
And it shows, straining to speak but just don’t |
As awful as I ever was |
Hoping for hope, grabbing at air with stares so cold |
And a person who crumbles in between holds |
I sift through it looking for gold, but find, that I won’t |
You know what? |
That’s always like the weird part too, like when people break up |
and it gets like, ugly and terrible. |
Like how come they can’t just remember, |
like when they met, they saw something beautiful in each other. |
They found an attractive person they’re like, you know, 'I wanna find out more |
about them, they seem incredible, they seem very nice, they seem… |
blah blah blah' and you learn about that person. |
Why’s it all have to get ugly? |
Why can’t it just be remembered that, it started because you fuckin' liked |
each other |
This distance creates a space |
We fill with fingers pointing cross-ways |
And hold our hearts, pledging our side |
So brave but afraid to step off base |
Such a waste of air to fill words when |
Our exhales that hope to help cure just hurt |
And we search through what’s heard for comfort |
But keep finding an ugly person |
It’s pathetic, someone’s gotta say it |
At this point, I’ve run out of guilt |
Somewhere between my try and your pride |
Free will has turned this to an easy kill |
Mistakes are made at times, I’m not perfect |
And worse shit you could even claim |
But a better person forgives and moves on |
Blame threads every glance that you make |
I’m losing my will to care or be there, be alone |
If the truth is mutual, I know, my silence is hell |
where you told take note |
Poke the bear beware the path you chose |
Cause you my belly up |
And I ought to know the same shot |
I could show where you rot |
I could push and prod till you fold |
But I’m not I won’t |
I could but I don’t |
I hold that fault to my chest |
One hand waving my best, drowning |
Afraid of distance but let |
The two of us left upset, stop shouting |
Assuming a mess, the toll it takes to just rest |
In peace each piece still counting |
Ways to forget, unless it’s a win it’s just stress |
In address to nothing amounting |
So let’s just bet on downing each other again |
Prep that poker face, push all in |
You’re all verse to all of me, blood and skin |
Who wins can say let’s just be friends |
And flaunt it, other pretends to not lose face |
Gives in, smiles that keep up in company |
But never feel safe, neglects, reject, just blend in |