sick
Had to look away, it's hard to watch
Dying while your clothes are coming off
Hate the way that you're so fucking hot (ah, ah, ah)
On, and on, and on, and on, and on
I search your body for a fucking flaw
Baby, you're so perfect, and I'm not (ah, ah, ah)
I suffocate, drown in my issues
I've got issues
Why won't you leave?
I just don't get you
Boy, you make me sick
You're too fucking perfect
I don't deserve it, losing my shit
You make me sick
Sick to my stomach
I wanna vomit kissing your lips
You make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me -
Wish that I could finally love myself
As hard as I can love somebody else
Maybe that's just how it's supposed to feel
With someone you don't wanna live without
I suffocate, drown in my issues
I've got issues
Why won't you leave?
I just don't get you
Boy, you make me sick
You're too fucking perfect
I don't deserve it, losing my shit
You make me sick
Sick to my stomach
I wanna vomit kissing your lips
You make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me -
I almost break
You're not what I'm used to
Something I can't lose
You never leave
I just don't get you
Maybe I'm just sick
You're too fucking perfect
I don't deserve it, losing my shit (losing my shit)
You make me sick
Sick to my stomach
I wanna vomit kissing your lips (I wanna vomit)
You make me sick, sick, sick (you make me, you make me sick)
Boy, you make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me sick
Dying while your clothes are coming off
Hate the way that you're so fucking hot (ah, ah, ah)
On, and on, and on, and on, and on
I search your body for a fucking flaw
Baby, you're so perfect, and I'm not (ah, ah, ah)
I suffocate, drown in my issues
I've got issues
Why won't you leave?
I just don't get you
Boy, you make me sick
You're too fucking perfect
I don't deserve it, losing my shit
You make me sick
Sick to my stomach
I wanna vomit kissing your lips
You make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me -
Wish that I could finally love myself
As hard as I can love somebody else
Maybe that's just how it's supposed to feel
With someone you don't wanna live without
I suffocate, drown in my issues
I've got issues
Why won't you leave?
I just don't get you
Boy, you make me sick
You're too fucking perfect
I don't deserve it, losing my shit
You make me sick
Sick to my stomach
I wanna vomit kissing your lips
You make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me -
I almost break
You're not what I'm used to
Something I can't lose
You never leave
I just don't get you
Maybe I'm just sick
You're too fucking perfect
I don't deserve it, losing my shit (losing my shit)
You make me sick
Sick to my stomach
I wanna vomit kissing your lips (I wanna vomit)
You make me sick, sick, sick (you make me, you make me sick)
Boy, you make me sick, sick, sick
Boy, you make me sick
Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Henry Foote, Colin Foote, Brooke Tomlinson, Davin Kingston, Alex Borel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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