Madds Buckley My Love Is Sick
My love is sick
It leaks and bleeds
All over me, under my nicest shirt
Vines without roots
Like knives in my body
And I am their puppet
Twisting till I hurt
My love is sick
I'm running a fever
So high I peel my skin to breathe
Birds without cages find perch on my ribs
And I stitch myself back up to keep it in
You're an infection
I am keeping
No matter the sepsis
You are staying
I'd rather the wound
Than have you removed
Enough rotting for two
Killing me, keeping me high
My love is sick
It's messy and wrong
But I pray for a bit of contagion
Hands without fingers
Like spoons at the source
Coat evenly, oh won't you touch me
You're an infеction
I am keeping
No matter the sepsis
You arе staying
I'd rather the wound
Than have you removed
Enough rotting for two
Killing me, keeping me high
(Hold me, let me go)
You're the cure
You're the curse
You make it better, you make it worse
You're my killer and my Christ
(But I'm the one twisting the knife)
You're an infection
I am keeping
No matter the sepsis
You are staying
I'd rather the wound
Than have you removed
Enough rotting for two
Killing me, keeping me high
You're an infection
I am keeping
No matter the sepsis
You are staying
I'd rather the wound
Than have you removed
Enough rotting for two
Killing me, keeping me high
My love is sick
It's taking me whole
I'm simply a host to a haunting
Ghosts without corpses still linger in flesh
Holding onto a love they keep wanting