Sick

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