Lyrics

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