Spitting moths in the mouth of another
Unfamiliar eyes make it hard to recover
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
I have been bred to dissolve the discomfort
Submit to desperation, face in the dirt
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
Feelings of lost autonomy
Brings me back to [C7]a cul de sac house
And in the grooves of his bending spine
I thought only of the shape of your mouth
Trade gut feelings of uneasy for [Dm7]a lick of his sweetness
I couldn't look him in the eyes and [Bm]he couldn't finish
Take me to [C7]the market and [Bm]buy my [A]dinner
I'll step out of the car feeling crooked and [Bm]thinner
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
Feelings of lost autonomy
Brings me back to [C7]a cul de sac house
And in the grooves of his bending spine
I thought only of the shape of your mouth
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
It makes me sick