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