Gross

If you make honest work
You believe it then
Unless no one’s home
My head like a vise
I complained of him
Except that nothing’s wrong
Nothing’s wrong
You came and we talked
With years between
You brought the eight pack
Of mushrooms, dear
Change I can stomach
Air I don’t choke on
Glistening and honest
It was gross to me
Set it aside, I believed in you
And there’s nothing wrong
I wish I could carry the load you did
For half as long
Change I can stomach
Air I don’t choke on
Glistening and honest
It was gross to me