sick from oil by kendall :3

hands twisted in a mane
desperate i call your name
i hear my own voice back
in a different tone

i notice i can't breathe
i hear you calling me
but it can't be true

im sick of rice i'm sick of bread
sick of lying in my bed
waiting for you to turn the key

im sick of bread im sick of rice
sick of saying the same things twice
thinking of you thinking of me

im sick im sick im sick
dont look too deeply into it
let me burn the candle to the wick
and watch it dry

im sick im sick im sick
too sick to handle all of this
just hold my hand inside your fist
and hold it tight

• Pop
• Seattle