Feeling Sick -

This tore chick fuck, waiting for another

And I found my drug — a guitar and a microphone

Watch me bounds, frequencies from wall-to-wall

Like a monkey get space through

Cause every time I find a reason not to go on

Something grabs me and sucks me back in

My blood is turning into black

My head aches

My mouth waters, my eyes been key

And I can’t stop thinking about you

About you

About you

You

You

Look what you doing to me

Look what you doing to me

Look what you doing to me

Look what you doing to me

Look what you’ve done to me

And all the things we take for granting

Someone stop me, I wanna get off this thing

I’ve had too much, I think I’m feeling oh-shits

I wanna touch you, but I can’t give in

I’m so happy, there’s nothing more to say

I’m so happy, there’s nothing more to say

I’m so happy, there’s nothing more to say