make you sick
I hope you wanna throw up
Every time you pass the front of my house
And it hurts like this
I hope I make you sick
I passed out again on the bathroom floor
Woke up in a pool this way, and chilled to death alone
And I can't call my friends 'cause you still got my phone
I've never been so paranoid, I'm scared to even smoke
You left me high and dry
Hoping was worth it
Fuck my life, said I deserved it
What goes around, comes around
Wherever you are now
I hope you wanna throw up
Every time you pass the front of my house
Hope you get nauseous
When you find my shirt in your closet
I hope you've been missing my love
Hard enough to feel it rip your heart out
And it hurts like this
I hope I make you sick
When you hear this song, I hope it's too loud
Hope it's like your 21st birthday
Two for one Thursday, puke your guts out
I hope you wanna throw up
Every time you pass the front of my house
Hope you get nauseous
When you find my shirt in your closet
I hope you've fallen in love
Hard enough to feel it rip your heart out
And it hurts like this
I hope I make you sick
Make you sick
I hope you feel like shit
Feel like shit
I hope I make you sick
Every time you pass the front of my house
And it hurts like this
I hope I make you sick
I passed out again on the bathroom floor
Woke up in a pool this way, and chilled to death alone
And I can't call my friends 'cause you still got my phone
I've never been so paranoid, I'm scared to even smoke
You left me high and dry
Hoping was worth it
Fuck my life, said I deserved it
What goes around, comes around
Wherever you are now
I hope you wanna throw up
Every time you pass the front of my house
Hope you get nauseous
When you find my shirt in your closet
I hope you've been missing my love
Hard enough to feel it rip your heart out
And it hurts like this
I hope I make you sick
When you hear this song, I hope it's too loud
Hope it's like your 21st birthday
Two for one Thursday, puke your guts out
I hope you wanna throw up
Every time you pass the front of my house
Hope you get nauseous
When you find my shirt in your closet
I hope you've fallen in love
Hard enough to feel it rip your heart out
And it hurts like this
I hope I make you sick
Make you sick
I hope you feel like shit
Feel like shit
I hope I make you sick
Credits
Writer(s): Neil Richard Ormandy, Nolan Winfield Sipe, Joe London, Jake Cornell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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