​american poetry club
​beaches are for people who like the beach and i do not like the beach
[Verse]
I feel gross
And overall just funny
This summer I made some money
Can I use that to feel better?
I made french toast
The eggs they turned out sunny
Mix my sugar with my honey
Do whatever I think I want to

[Chorus]
I feel gross
And I don't want to get better
Wrap myself up in this sweater
Do whatever the fuck I want to
Do whatever the fuck I want to