I'm smiling at the thought that I'll be sick
I'll be ill, make it quick
You're the reason,
That I feel I need to vomit.
Empty out my bowels
Of unused syllables and vowels.
Take use of the surround sound
That comes out of my mouth.
Putting your ears into pursuit,
Into chase day after day.
You are my headache,
Getting worst and just won't seem to go away.
Temperature is rising,
Half of it is out of hate.
Half's the flu,
Half is you,
Half is me making me mistakes.
It doesn't add up?
Sounds familiar to me.
What about you?
Are you having any problems adding these?
Manipulating numbers;
Among many other things;
Contorting all these doormats
Making brand new play things.
My muscles are aching,
Contracting, relaxing
Spasm keep happening
Nerves overreacting
Hot flashes, panting,
Flashbacks to past scenes,
In retrospect,
Maybe you should look into acting!
I'm lying on your deathbed
This whole time I think I'm you,
Until you cough, walk away,
And spit on me the gum you chew.
But now I have the evidence
To let them know you killed me
Disrespectfully,
And in cold blood.
Life story.