paroles de chanson 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)
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