Ipecac

Fight the feelings of nausea, bubbling waves, stomach to brain

Every argument, every damaging word
I ever heard
Flows with fury from your lips through me and it's
Making me sick, it's comin' up

You make me yak like a bottle of ipecac
A softer poison that often is just as bad
That's why your doctor no longer suggests using that
You're obsolete my dear

It's been forever since I felt a certain peace
That lets me keep it down
You say I'm melodramatic I say it's true
I tell you through a doggy bag

You make me yak like a bottle of ipecac
A softer poison that often is just as bad
That's why your doctor no longer suggests
Using a medicine that needs a whole song
To describe why it belongs on
Overly elaborate metaphors
You're a cliché my dear



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Writer(s): Jonathan Urban
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