Lyrics
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 smart 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!
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Artist: jeff rosenstock