I only ever want it cause it makes me sick So give it to me now and give it to me quick Like a lime diseased parasitic little tick Latched on and burrowed in until the poison sticks
Don't bother trying to tell me it'll make me sick I can quiet down the bees after a couple sniffs She says "c'mon, pull it together baby get a grip" But her hands on my hip and she's biting my lip
I don't want it cause it just keeps making me sick I want it, oh I want it I can't feel alive unless I'm feeling sick
I think she fell in love because it made her sad You can get pretty good at feeling pretty bad I thought this thing was tight thought it was ironclad But I think she fell in love because it made her sad
She fed a bitter river now she's up to her throat She set fire to the dock and to the motorboat Now she's screaming at me to come and keep her afloat It's a poison she designed with no antidote
She don't love it, she don't love it Because it just keeps making her sad She loves it, she loves it She can't feel alive unless she's feeling sad
Now I'm wide awake and well aware That our sick sad hearts are our cross to bear And I'd heal that sick if I thought I could And the sad must get old baby...