Sick

You make me sick, you piece of sh-

I can't believe I ever craved you

Sold your guitar, left in my car

And I bought something to replace you

I hate the way you say my name

Now I know your mouth ain't clean

I hate the way you act okay

While I'm here burning my sheets

You make me

You make me sick

You make me

You make me

Mad at me, how could I

Ever trust somebody like a Gemini?

Erasing you from memories

Gon' light some palo santo, clear my energy

You shared your body

Like a vending machine

I hate the way you act okay

While I'm here burning my sheets

You make me

You make me sick

You make me

You make me

You make me

You make me