Puke

You make me sick
 You make me nauseous
 Filed down and exhausted
 You make my stomach churn
 You make me cringe
 Ugly on the outside and in
 It's coming up again
 The feeling in my gut
 Dry heaves of memories
 Traumatic, pure disgust
 You're like the smell of sulfur
 I still feel you like an ulcer
 Painful to the touch
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 I'm sick, sick, sick to my stomach
 At the thought of you
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 I don't give a fuck
 About your excuses
 Your weak apologies
 Completely useless
 Crossed the line
 No coming back from this
 Fucking disgusting
 Conniving human garbage
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 I'm sick, sick, sick to my stomach
 At the thought of you
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 I feel you like the aftertaste
 Hands clasp my neck and masturbate
 Sensation save me from going under again
 Alright, one more time...
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 I'm sick, sick, sick to my stomach
 At the thought of you
 You make me wanna fucking puke
 You make me wanna fucking... puke...