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...