Chloe Moriondo – Bugbear Lyrics

Bugbear By Chloe Moriondo

Being in this space has made me feel

A bit more small and I’m not quite sure where I’m goin’ next

I’ll try to use a map but with directions I tend to be bad so

I’ll use GPS and pray for the best

I’ve got so many years to flesh this out and be what I wanna be

But it’s confusing to say the least

No perception of time or space or distance to read and

I think I’m going insane

Due to graduate and remain a beast

And ohhhh woooa I just want you to know…woooa

I feel so brain dead next to you

It’s not like you intended to

Hurt me or make me feel that way

And I’m not tryin’ to complain

But it just sucks to try and explain

Why I feel like this everyday

1 2 3 4!

Sleepin’ through your days and skippin’ meals

Must sound so unappealing but I guess it’s different when it’s the norm

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Sinking deeper into whatever this is without a hint of reflection


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Can’t tell if this is the calm or if this is the storm

Giving everything I’ve got equates to about a shower and wakin’ up

When I’m faced with anything I tend to flee

So when I’m thrown into the adult world

Where they do thing that I never learned how to do

I guess I’ll live in a swamp or a tree

And ooooh…ooooh I just hope you all know…ohhh

I feel so brain dead next to you

It’s not like you intended to

Hurt me or make me feel that way

And I’m not tryin’ to complain

But it just sucks to try and explain

Why I feel like this everyday

My brain is surrounded by school kids who all got their valedictorian course

While I can’t care enough about my 3.8

No matter how hard I try I’m still not trying hard enough to be great

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