Sick - Mickey Valen, Page

You make me sick, you piece of shit

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