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