// the optimist - whatever comes out of the door lyrics

sell your hull
barter it for food and blankets
sleep in the mud
with bodies of those who didn’t make it
sell your partner’s trust to fund your love
budget your traumas in the sacred name of sm*t

are those gun shots, did you hear it too?
no honey
i don’t ever hear the sound of the godd*mn truth
it’ll all work itself out
it always does
what makes the grass grow?
blood, blood, and cum
blood and cum
blood and cum
blood and cum
blood and cum