Face down, i woke up on the floor, again.
Spit it out-- the words i'll never say again.
How can one create the mess i'm in?

Easy. happily invite it in.

I feel the sky is closing in.

My chest-- it hurts. i can not breathe.
It's blinding me. i can not see.


You make me... you make me sick.
You make me... you make me sick.
(i think i'm getting better)


Explode! hand grenade without a pin.
Broken, you're better than you've ever been.

Just think: i'm nothing, and i never win,
Because you're part of me, my only friend.


You make me...you make me... you make me sick.
You make me...you make me... you make me sick.


I feel the sky is closing in.
My chest-- it hurts. i can not breathe.
It's blinding me. i can not see.


You make me... you make me sick.
You make me... you make me sick.

(i think i'm getting better)