Vidual
King Krule Lyrics

She asked me in detail how to get to where I'm from
Someone asked the singer how to get to their hometown in detail.

But I told her it won't work
The singer thinks that giving directions won't be helpful.

'Cause she needs to be raised in dirt
The singer believes that in order to truly understand where they come from, someone needs to experience the hardships they faced growing up.

I saw some crimes when I was young and now my brain is gunk
The artist witnessed crimes as a child, and those memories have stuck with them in a negative way.

Haven't found the right sized sponge
The artist hasn't found something that can help them cleanse their mind and forget the negative things they have seen.

To rinse through all its wrongs
The singer wants to forget the bad things they have witnessed.

I put my trust in many things but now I know that's dumb
The singer used to trust a lot of people and things, but now realizes that was foolish.

So I don't trust anyone, only get along with some
The artist is wary of trusting anyone, but will still be friendly with some people.

Saw that girl again one time and now I know it's done
The artist has ended a relationship with someone they saw again recently.

And my eyes are so forlorn but her eyes are so full on
The artist is sad about the end of the relationship, but the other person is still lively and energetic.

I watch her creep between the streets beneath the setting sun
The singer observes the other person walking around as the sun sets.

I said hey, how, where you going with my gun?
The artist confronts the other person, accusing them of taking their gun.

See some boiling blood beneath my skin, I crave her tongue
The singer is physically attracted to the other person and desires to kiss them.

As my head it starts to plunge so I follow where she's gone
The singer becomes lost in their desire for the other person and follows them.

Kept me hollow by her side in a taxidermy skunk
The singer spent time with the other person, feeling empty and hollow next to them, like a stuffed skunk.

Oh, my brain is for her junk, change and lipstick in my lungs
The artist is consumed by thoughts of the other person, and feels like they have taken over their mind and body.

Left outside another night, I watch the city burn
The artist is sitting outside, watching the world around them seemingly fall apart.

Hear her screaming all her words I say baby it's your turn
The singer hears the other person's screams, and tells them it's their turn to speak.

And she keeps on, it's one of the people, she gets torched
The other person keeps going despite the challenges they face, and the singer worries they will get hurt in the process.

She's one of the people, she keeps on, as one of the people
The other person is determined and resilient, and the artist sees them as being just like everyone else.

She sits as dust, with an earthly pus in a capsule on my tongue
The artist has consumed something (maybe a drug or pill) that reminds them of the other person, making them feel sick and disgusted.

And I think of what we've done and sink into where she sunk
The artist reflects on their past with the other person, and feels sad and helpless like they did during that time.

Now up on my mantelpiece, she has no legs to run
The singer has something that reminds them of the other person, but they can't escape (like a figurine on a mantelpiece).

Still a trophy I ain't won, in a ceramic pot for one
The thing the artist has that reminds them of the other person is like a trophy they haven't earned, and is now sitting alone in a container.

She scatters just like one of the people
The other person leaves like everyone else does.

And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people
The singer repeats their earlier statement, emphasizing that the other person is not special or unique in leaving.

And yeah, she scatters just like one of the people
The singer repeats their statement again for emphasis.

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
The song ends with a wordless vocalization.