Sick! Sick! Sick! Lyrics - Killing Time - Bayside

I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate 

But I know, I know I asked for this myself I'm bound by law to hell 

And its Sick! Sick! Sick! 

Humans have their needs, living in a fairy tale is tearing at the seem 

Yeah, it's anchorage, no its the devil in a dress, is exactly what you see 

Sick! Sick! Sick! 

It's Sick! Sick! Sick! 

You made a mess of things 

My what a mess you've made 

I hate the way you make me feel 

I hate the way you make me 

And your world is cold outside 

So button up and open wide 

I hate the way you make me feel 

Sick! Sick! Sick! 

If memory serves me correct I gave you all, you gave me less 

You're sex capades deliver checks, but cant afford you self respect 

And it's Sick! Sick! Sick! 

Humans on their knees, living in a fairy tale is tearing at the seems 

Yeah, its anchorage, no its the devil in a dress, exactly what you see 

Sick! Sick! Sick! 

You made a mess of things 

My what a mess you've made 

I hate the way you me feel 

I hate the way you make me 

Your world is cold outside 

So button up and open wide 

I hate the way you make me feel 

Sick! Sick! Sick! 

Maybe love is looking for someone to fill the holes 

We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls 

The walls could fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day 

And we pray its not to late spare bricks could be dead weight 

Sick! Sick! Sick! 

It's Sick! Sick! Sick! 

Sick! Sick! Sick! 

You're Sick! Sick! Sick! 

You made a mess of things 

My what a mess you've made 

I hate the way you make me feel 

I hate the way you make me 

And you're world is cold outside 

So button up and open wide 

I hate the way you make me feel 

Sick! Sick! Sick!