Feed Me Penicillin

Feed me penicillin, my body's burning in sin
I was sick alone, you were dripping on the phone
Cutting onions in the kitchen, laughing, stealing glances at your
But I'll gladly give this knife to you if you twist it in my gut

Cause I would surely die today, happy as a clam
If I could come inside of your mind, soul, heart, and hands
Come

Feed me penicillin, when I'm throwing up again
I was sick alone, you were oozing on the phone
Watching On Demand together, waiting for some signal I could use
If it's money that you after, tell me, just spare me this abuse

Cause I would surely die today, happy as a clam
If I could come inside of your mind, soul, heart, and hands
Come

Yes, I would surely die today, happy as a clam
If I could come inside of your mind, soul, heart, and hands
Come

Come



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Finney
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