Sickness

You make me sick, you know?

You are everywhere I go

You're in dreams

In schemes

In every light I see

It's easy to get queasy around you,

You know?

Because of your eyes and your sighs

Your troubles and triumphs

I know so superficially

The butterflies try to pry

Me apart to get to you

Just like I want to

Because of your copper skin

And silver teeth

And onyx hair

You're truly a gift from God

I'd give sight to see you

Hearing to hear you

Touch to feel you

Really I'm crazy

Because of you

You make me sick, you know?

In such a good way