president of the local gas station - string-sick

I can't stand being away from you
Choke me till my face turns blue
I miss you when I'm not at home
I miss you when I'm all alone

I'm string-sick
I'm nauseous on your roundwound copper
You really are your father's daughter
Go back to your alma mater

My tongue is tied
My hands are itchy
You don't need to be so bitchy

I'm so sorry, I miss you so
Let me strum your strings once more
More
More
More

String-sick, I'm insecure
Fingers bleeding, give me more
Blisters on my hands,
What for?

My voice is cracked
Eyelids shaking
Can't you see my heart is breaking?
If I twist your knobs just right,

Will you sing me your lullaby?

You've been so different, different lately
Are you dirty? have I been playing
With your buttons and your strings
Too much too much you make me so happy
Happy
Happy
I miss you, please

String-sick, string-sick
I'm nauseous throwing up in bed
String-sick, string-sick,
Get out out of out of my head
String-sick, string-sick,
You're bleeding, bleeding, bleeding again
String-sick, string-sick,
Kiss me kiss me 'till I'm dead

Written by:
logan rhett

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