Gross

Babe, don't
I know
That it feels gross
I know
That you won't
But you'll come close

Holding hands we walk the path beneath the trees into the crest
Hard pressed
Back to me
In the tall grass

Swollen and out of touch
The boy that you've been thinking of
Make time for a friend of mine
That I cannot recognize

Jesse
Drop the light
On me
Play me
'Til your fingers
Bleed

Come right out and scream it, part of you don't mind me leaving
No, you don't
Bet you won't
Bet it feels gross

On and off again
Baby shine through my lens
The way that I see depends
The distance that you hold your hands
Ovеrflowing summer light
Out of yours and into mine
Crescеnt moon, killing kind
Born to swoon and born to die