"SICK" lyrics

Your hands on somebody
Your eyes scanning the party
Always hot and always godly
And now it's in my head it like all the time

I think of you with men and it makes me feel sick
So then I think of it again, twist the knife in my rib
But if I picture you with girls man that hurts even worse
It's a curse, I'm perverse, I can't quit
I feel so sick when I think about it

So I'm gonna think about it
I can't stop thinking about it
Again and again and again
Till it makes me sick

I find entertainment
In my mind you're making out with him but I'm your favorite
And I'm fine in this arrangement
Where it's in my head like all the time

I think of you with men and it makes me feel sick
So then I think of it again, twist the knife in my rib
But if I picture you with girls man that hurts even worse
It's a curse, I'm perverse, I can't quit
I feel so sick when I think about it

So I'm gonna think about it
I can't stop thinking about it
Again and again and again
Till it makes me sick

(I can't quit)