ggross (interlude)
Ella Smoker, Torin Umrigar
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