[Verse 1]
My love is sick
It leaks and bleeds
All over me, under my nicest shirt
Vines without roots
Like knives in my body
And I am their puppet
Twisting till I hurt
My love is sick
I’m running a fever
So high I peel my skin to breathe
Birds without cages find perch on my ribs
And I stitch myself back up to keep them in
[Chorus]
You’re an infection
I am keeping
No matter the sepsis
You are staying
I’d rather the wound
Than have you removed
Enough rotting for two
Killing me, keeping me high
[Verse 2]
My love is sick
It’s messy and wrong
But I pray for a bit of contagion
Hands without fingers
Like spoons at the source
Coat evenly, oh won’t you touch me
My love is sick
It leaks and bleeds
All over me, under my nicest shirt
Vines without roots
Like knives in my body
And I am their puppet
Twisting till I hurt
My love is sick
I’m running a fever
So high I peel my skin to breathe
Birds without cages find perch on my ribs
And I stitch myself back up to keep them in
[Chorus]
You’re an infection
I am keeping
No matter the sepsis
You are staying
I’d rather the wound
Than have you removed
Enough rotting for two
Killing me, keeping me high
[Verse 2]
My love is sick
It’s messy and wrong
But I pray for a bit of contagion
Hands without fingers
Like spoons at the source
Coat evenly, oh won’t you touch me
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