I feel like I'm stuck
But I can still taste something else
That future I crave it
But I can't persuade it to show itself
You make me sick to my stomach
You make me see funny puppies
I am gonna spew
And you
You make me sick to my stomach
To picture you with another
But what can I do?
What can I do?
Do you thirst for my spirit?
Thrive on the illness that you instilled in me
Female gaze, feminine rage
God give me masculine
You make me sick to my stomach
You make me see funny colors
I am gonna spew
And you
You make me sick to my stomach
To picture you with another
But what can I do?
What can I do?
Oh
I feel like I'm stuck
But I can still taste something else
That future I crave it
But I can't persuade it to show itself
What can I do?
I can't explain it but if your songs were like a shape
It would definitely be a star
Which is a wonderful thing
I love stars so