So sick
So sick of the sugar
That I'm supposed to lay
Over everything I say
Got my keys between my fingers
Got my ear to my phone
A flutter's what it feels like
Looking over shoulders
Walking home alone
Feel the eyes on the back of my neck
Keep a straight ahead stare
Counting all the shadows
Listening for footsteps
In the night air
In the night air
So sick
So sick of the sugar
That I'm supposed to lay
Over everything I say
So sick
So sick of the sugar
That I'm supposed to lay
Over everything I say
Got my keys between my fingers
Got a straight ahead stare
Trying to project that I don't care
Trying to project that I'm not scared
In the night air
In the night air
So sick
So sick of the sugar
That I'm supposed to lay
Over everything I say
So sick
So sick of the sugar
That I'm supposed to lay
Over everything I say