Sick To My Stomach
Merci, Mercy
Take me home, take me home
'Cause I've got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
There's a bottle sitting next to me
And oh, it looks so sweet
And I know it's old news to you
But just 'cause you don't have it doesn't mean it's not a habit, baby
Make me go, make me go
'Cause I've got nothing left to show, nothing left to show
I wish I wasn't so dizzy
When it's hard enough not to see
And I know it's old news to you
But just 'cause you don't have it doesn't mean it's not a habit, baby
I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pockеt make me sick to my stomach, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
I prefеr dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
If I ask for help, will it mean that I'm unwell?
In this untitled bathroom with all my misfortune
I can't read the sign, yeah, I think I've gone blind
(Think I've gone blind)
I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight (take me home)
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
I prefer dark night, lonely times, always alcohol in sight (take me home)
The cigs in my pocket make me sick to my stomach, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
(Take me home, take me home)