Lyrics My Love Is Sick - Madds Buckley

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 'til 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

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

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?

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 (hold)

You're the cure (me)
You're the cure (let)
You make it better (me)
You make it worse (go)
You're my killer, and my Christ
(But I'm the one twisting the knife)

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

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

My love is sick, it's taken me whole
I'm simply a host to a haunting
Ghosts without corpses still linger in flesh
Holding on to a love they keep wanting
(Wanting)