Deadharrie - Gross Lyrics

Babe don't
I know
That it
Feels gross
I know
That you won't
But you'll
Come close
Holding hands
We walk the path
Beneath the trees
Into the crest
Hard pressed
Back to me
In the tall grass

Swollen and
Out of touch
The boy
That you've been
Thinking of
Make time
For a friend of mine
That I cannot
Recognize

Jesse
Drop the light
On me
Play me
'Til your
Fingers bleed
Come right
Out and
Scream it
Part of you
Don't mind
Me leaving
No
You don't
Bet you won't
Bet it feels
Gross

On and
Off again
Baby shine
Through my lens
The way
That I
See depends
The distance
That you
Hold your hands
Overflowing
Summer light
Out of yours
And into mine
Crescent moon
Killing kind
Born to swoon
And born
To die