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 'til 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 them 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 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 (hold) You're the cure (me) You're the cure (let) You make it better (me) You make it worse (go) 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 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 taken me whole I'm simply a host to a haunting Ghosts without corpses still linger in flesh Holding on to a love they keep wanting (Wanting)