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

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Writer(s): Katie Von Schleicher