In "Bug," Presley Regier wrestles with the ache of being shut out by a partner who posts for other eyes and gives away her place without hesitation. Wanting to be a fly on the wall, she admits she cannot see where he is or brush off the sickness of imagining another face. The repeated confession that knowing him was never enough because he did not want to be known by her lands as quiet devastation, not blame.
Bug Lyrics by Presley Regier
I’m scared I’m slowly starting to waste my time
You’re in another city posting things for other eyes, I
I wanna be a fly that’s glued to your wall
I’ll buzz around ’til I can know it all
I’m human though and not a bug
I can’t see where you are
And there’s no room under the rug
I can’t just brush this off, I
I feel so sick thinking about another face
You were so quick to give away my place
So I guess I expected too much
From somebody who I could’ve sworn I knew
Knowing someone just isn’t enough
When they don’t even wanna be known by you
Ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey
Ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey
Ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey ey
For you, for you, for you
Tell Forrest, my life’s not like chocolates babe
I’m in a cycle on my own
Somehow I pick the same
Font of person every time, someone that makes me chase
But my affection must be scary ’cause they all run away
So when I saw you outside the party on the curb staring at your phone
You said that you were sober so I guess my presence made your pupils grow
I told myself this would be different
You could be my Wonderwall
But I guess I expected too much (too much)
From somebody who I could’ve sworn I knew
Knowing someone just isn’t enough (enough)
When they don’t even wanna be known by you
So I guess I expected too much (too much)
From somebody who I could’ve sworn I knew
Knowing someone just isn’t enough (enough)
When they don’t even wanna be known by you
(You, you, you, you)
