Sick

You make me sick, you piece of sh-
I can't believe I ever craved you
Sold your guitar, left in my car
And I bought something to replace you

I hate the way you say my name
Now I know your mouth ain't clean
I hate the way you act okay
While I'm here burning my sheets

You make me

You make me sick

You make me

You make me

Mad at me, how could I
Ever trust somebody like a Gemini?
Erasing you from memories
Gon' light some palo santo, clear my energy

You shared your body
Like a vending machine
I hate the way you act okay
While I'm here burning my sheets

You make me

You make me sick

You make me

You make me

You make me

You make me



Credits
Writer(s): Rebecca Paige King, Giulio Cercato, Mickey Valen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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