I’m So Gross
Jeff Rosenstock
I chase my beer with someone else's beer, I don't go
Slow and steady
I walk through streets of downtowns I've never been to, aching
To get shitty
Gross. I don't grow. I don't grow. I'm so gross
She asks me questions hoping to reach the sickness easy
Slow and steady
I smile politely, only offering an empty, "I'm so sorry."
Gross. I don't grow. I don't grow. I'm so gross
My desires are to be smothered 'til I can fall asleep
My desires are to pack my things so I don't have to think
Get me fuzzy, crunch my body, slam my bones into the sea
Gather remnants, build me better so I don't constantly break!
Gross! (gross!)
Gross! (gross!)
Gross! (gross!)
Gross! (gross!)