• I'm smiling at the thought that I'll be sick
    I'll be ill, make it quick
    You're the reason,
    That I feel I need to vomit.
    Empty out my bowels
    Of unused syllables and vowels.
    Take use of the surround sound
    That comes out of my mouth.

    Putting your ears into pursuit,
    Into chase day after day.
    You are my headache,
    Getting worst and just won't seem to go away.

    Temperature is rising,
    Half of it is out of hate.
    Half's the flu,
    Half is you,
    Half is me making me mistakes.

    It doesn't add up?
    Sounds familiar to me.
    What about you?
    Are you having problems adding these?

    Manipulating numbers;
    Among many other things;
    Contorting all these doormats
    Making brand new play things.

    My muscles are aching,
    Contracting, relaxing
    Spasm keep happening
    Nerves overreacting
    Hot flashes, panting,
    Flashbacks to past scenes,
    In retrospect,
    Maybe you should look into acting!

    I'm lying on your deathbed
    This whole time I think I'm you,
    Until you cough, walk away,
    And spit on me the gum you chew.

    But now I have the evidence
    To let them know you killed me
    Disrespectfully,
    And in cold blood.
    I'm smiling.