Feeling sick to my stomach Again. I just hung up the phone My thoughts returned again And everything's so fucked up (why is it my fault?) What am I doin' to me. I'm killing myself slowly Killing myself When I'm with you I pull you deep down in my lungs (my blackened lungs) I hold you in till I can't anymore And fly away (I fly all day) Killing myself When I find out I'll be sad. (Sad, sad, sad)