ggross (interlude)

Ew that’s gross

I miss you when you’re not around

But I’m not seeing any common ground

It’s too sickly, don’t have it in me

Everywhere I turn is red

Crack you open and see what’s going in your head

Where do you go when you’re alone?

Don’t have it in me

I can only dream

Of what could really be

I can only dream

Of what could really be

I can only dream

Of what could really be

I miss you when you’re not around

But I’m not seeing any common ground

It’s too sickly, don’t have it in me

I miss you when you’re not around

But I’m not seeing any common ground

It’s too sickly, don’t have it in me

Is that alright? Might be something in there

Definitely