Mashup/Compilation: The Mix-Em-Ups

The wedding's gross
The wedding's gross
The groom is crap and I don't like to boast but I'm
Cuter than both of them
Nicer than both of them
Cooler than anyone alive

Sometimes I lose myself so intensely
I can't tell if I'm happy or I'm mean
Sometimes I do something a little funny and I laugh
And I'm not sure if maybe you did it
Would you be scared if I did it twice

Grant me that this girl believes me
That we can have that in-between thing
Encompasses most everything as us
No matter what we are
I'm homesick from having spent a real evening
With a real evening included in the in-between
And pleasant touching neck holds and old morning
That got so old we had to sleep again
And across the role we had to meet again

The wedding's gross
The wedding's gross
The church is lurching out this morning's toast and I'm
Heaven to both of them
Celeste of ne'er a pest
Better than anyone alive

Sometimes when we're in the kitchen
Our embryos start to merge
I can't feel through the thirds of thought and bone and air
And I feel culpable for our friendship
As opposed to happy
I don't feel in love with all the things that I love

Grant me that this foam and flesh implies me
That we can have that in-between thing
And cuddle and collect the sheets around us
Like baubles flayed and pulled and flat and skin
Wind passes out and dusts the living room windows
Choked because it likes it
Amasses in a sugar turns the morning glow as cold as cream
When we wake against us it steams