Текст песни Yeah You - Pretty Sick

You're the roses in Tompkins Square Park
Four smiles
And Mile's favorite dive bar
And I'm really to lie on my faith for a few
But it doesn't get me too far

There's something in the air
Hanging over our heads
I can sense-sense you
'Cause I wish I was dead

I'd rather die than let you go
And you'll die before you let me
But you make me so unhappy
Yeah, you make me so unhappy, yeah

You
Yeah you
Yeah you
Oh-oh
Yeah you

Butterflying in my bedroom
But you lay down so comfortable somehow
And I wish I didn't have to lax like a bitch
But you really can't seem to take a fucking hint
So I'll spell it out that I know what you did
But I can't say the words 'cause I'm scared like a kid

I'd rather die than let you go
And you'll die before you rot me
But you make me so unhappy
Yeah, you make me so unhappy, yeah

You
Yeah you
Yeah you
Oh-oh
Yeah you

You are so stupid
You're so lame
You're just like him
You're all the same
You make me sick
You make me laugh
Treat me like shit
Treat me like trash

I wanna go
Oh, with you
I wanna go

Yeah, you!
Yeah you