Gross

if you make honest work you believe it then unless no one's home my head like a vice, i complained to them said but nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong' you came and we talked with years between you brought me a pack of mushroom tea change, i can stomach air, i don't choke on but 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 but glistening and honest it was gross to me if i went to birdies brought the colors and we painted them then we'd have the purple, the translucence, and we'd hang again