LYRIC

I chase my beer with someone else's beer, but don't go
Slow and steady

I walk through streets of downtowns I've never been to, aching
To get shitty

Gross. I don't grow. I don't grow. I'm so gross

She asked me questions, something to reach the sickness easy
Slow and steady
I smile politely, only offering an empty, "I'm so sorry."

Gross. I don't grow. I don't grow. I'm so gross

My desires are to be smothered until I can fall asleep
My desires are to pack my things so I don't have to think
Gettin' fuzzy, crunch my body, slam my bones into the seat
Gather remnants, build me better so I don't constantly break!

Gross! (gross!)
Gross! (gross!)
Gross! (gross!)
Gross! (gross!)

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