Makes Me Sick
You make me SICK, SICK, SICK! sick to my stomach
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
Still see you wearing my necklace
I heard that you're going to sell it
130 down the drain
As well as three months of pain
She said she was a saint
But she straight up lied straight to my face
Constantly walking on eggshells
Making me think sex sells
But you were holding my hand while you were holding his too
I gave you trust and you tore it in two
Let my guard down once and was swiftly replaced
I hate how my love is always misplaced
You make me SICK, SICK, SICK! sick to my stomach
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
I couldn't tell if she was just a mere mortal or a goddess
Pulled me under sheets and kissed me in her friend's sundress
Stole my breath when you had your hand on my chest
Torn to shreds when you started hooking up with my friends
I gave you every bit of my time
But then you went and made me flatline
I guess loving you was a crime
The death penalty was the end of my life
You tried to let me down easy
Then you tried to get back with me
Shit talked for a week
I don't think so darling
Cause you were holding my hand while you were holding his too
I gave you trust and you tore it in two
Let my guard down once and was swiftly replaced
I hate how my love is always misplaced
You make me SICK, SICK, SICK! sick to my stomach
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
She's calling me on the weekends, saying she's in the deep end
I don't know what I'm supposed to do but repent
I don't know if I can take it, all the faking gets draining
And my whole life's a blur where everything is breaking
You make me SICK, SICK, SICK! sick to my stomach
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
Still see you wearing my necklace
I heard that you're going to sell it
130 down the drain
As well as three months of pain
She said she was a saint
But she straight up lied straight to my face
Constantly walking on eggshells
Making me think sex sells
But you were holding my hand while you were holding his too
I gave you trust and you tore it in two
Let my guard down once and was swiftly replaced
I hate how my love is always misplaced
You make me SICK, SICK, SICK! sick to my stomach
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
I couldn't tell if she was just a mere mortal or a goddess
Pulled me under sheets and kissed me in her friend's sundress
Stole my breath when you had your hand on my chest
Torn to shreds when you started hooking up with my friends
I gave you every bit of my time
But then you went and made me flatline
I guess loving you was a crime
The death penalty was the end of my life
You tried to let me down easy
Then you tried to get back with me
Shit talked for a week
I don't think so darling
Cause you were holding my hand while you were holding his too
I gave you trust and you tore it in two
Let my guard down once and was swiftly replaced
I hate how my love is always misplaced
You make me SICK, SICK, SICK! sick to my stomach
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
She's calling me on the weekends, saying she's in the deep end
I don't know what I'm supposed to do but repent
I don't know if I can take it, all the faking gets draining
And my whole life's a blur where everything is breaking
You make me SICK, SICK, SICK! sick to my stomach
QUICK, QUICK, QUICK! down the narcotic
All your dirty secrets make me sick
No you can't FIX, FIX, FIX! the things you don't regret
SAY YOUR SCARRED! when you're the real demon
All your dirty secrets make me sick
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Writer(s): Braxton Hunt-nissen, Seth Bennett
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