Sick کے بول

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