Sick Bed - Screaming Females

I follow you to a deep black lake

I put my foot in your shoe

And I’ll sweat it out in the grieving stage

I’ll make a meal for you

Swallow the saints while you spike the punch

And obey the master’s rules

We kiss his ring while the fat lady sings

A song just for you

Same day, sick bed

Hole in my head

Live like a legend, I buy the curse

Scratching an open wound

in the neck, making the safest bet

Barking at the full moon

your darlings call in the aisle

Burnt by a neon nurse

Pinching our cheeks til the blood vessels break

You know which way is worse