chris orfe - sick Lyrics

You're dropping the lies
As if they're roses
Waiting for me to praise you for them
Your choice of heart
Being blunt prose is
Something I wouldn't expect
You dream of my hands
I dreamt of your heartbeat
You can see how it's not an exchange
You're feeling alright
I'm feeling haunted
Guess you are contagious and I know why

I'm sick
My feelings stick to the back of my throat
I'd drink
But not even bleach could burn that shit off

You sit in surprise
You thought I'd be different
Babe the liars don't change why should I?
I'm still alive
And I'm still consistent
And I don't think the brain's worth the hype

Because you taught me how to linger
Now the feelings are my trigger
Had me wrapped around your finger
Had to shut them off
Now my head's turned to a cage and
Heart's an undercover agent
I can tell him to be patient
But he wants to call it love

I'm sick
My feelings stick to the back of my throat
I'd drink
But not even bleach could burn that shit off

I'm sick
My feelings stick to the back of my throat
I'd drink
But not even bleach could burn that shit off

Because you taught me how to linger
Now the feelings are my trigger
Had me wrapped around your finger
Had to shut them off
Now my head's turned to a cage and
Heart's an undercover agent
I can tell him to be patient
But he wants to call it

Love

(What the hell is love)
(I don't know what's love)
And it's your fault (no)
It's your fault (no, no)
It's all your fault

I'm sick
My feelings stick to the back of my throat
I'd drink
But not even bleach could burn that shit off

I'm sick
My feelings stick to the back of my throat
I'd drink
But not even bleach could burn that shit off