ten cent words - Poking Holes (redux)

I'm talking to you
You know what I mean
Cause when we're alone
We only talk about our dreams
We're doing this strange dance
Did we ever stand a chance
That's the thing about tragic souls
We always end up alone

And we're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love
Oh We're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love
And we're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love
Oh We're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love

Take me to your Mom's house
She makes her special bread
This kind of makes my stomach hurt
Think we should stay in this room instead

And be lovesick
We're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love

It kind of makes my teeth hurt
And it also makes me nauseous
I think love just makes my teeth hurts and that's it
I'm fucking lovesick

And we're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love
Oh We're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love

And we're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love
Oh We're lovesick
We're lovesick
We're sick of love!

Take me to your Mom's house
Let's stay in this room instead
Love's got me sick in the head

Written by:
Cara Kantlehner

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