Sicken Me, Sally

This place is old, but new (uhuh) Who'd have known you'd fit these shoes (uhuh) That the feeling would stay the same (oh yeah) That my skinned knees are yours only to blame Look out the window, please Now feed me no self esteem, How do you do this to yourself (uhuh) Feed me pills from atop your shelf And I'll cut my bangs and bruise my pride for your health Sicken me, Sally Each with a word You protect me from famine You give me hurt Sicken me, Sally Sing like a bird Carpets of insults Towels wrapped in words Put on your crown Your crown of thorns And tell me, how is your year Legions of lesions all on the floor You remind me of an autumn I loved once before When Clorox and secrets flowed through the ground Set up a syndrome all for yourself And you can bleed me dry Look out the window, please Now feed me no self esteem How do you do this to yourself (uhuh) Feed me pills from atop your shelf And I'll cut my bangs and bruise my pride for your health Sicken me, Sally Each with a word You protect me from famine You give me hurt Sicken me, Sally Sing like a bird Carpets of insults Towels wrapped in words Put on your crown Your crown of thorns And tell me, how is your year How is your year How is your year How is your year Sicken me, Sally Each with a word You protect me from famine You give me hurt Sicken me, Sally Sing like a bird Carpets of insults Towels wrapped in words Put on your crown Your crown of thorns And tell me, how is your year (Birds can't lie, they're not real)