Sick To My Stomach Lyrics by Katie Tupper
I think about you all the time
It’s about to do my head in
My questions of the things you like are
Almost never-ending
Sick to my stomach
But in a good way
Slow burn put me through it
In your good way
I think I could live off the anticipation
Call me up and drag out all our conversations, like
What am I supposed to do?
When I can’t take my mind off you
What am I supposed to do?
When I can’t take my mind off
I’m high, and I’m trying to hide it
Walk a block, I love you in this lighting
Love you in this light
Your eyes pull on me lightly
Third Street, springtime
And we
Don’t touch
If we don’t start, then we don’t have to stop
No we
Don’t touch
If we don’t start, then we don’t have to stop
I get by on most nights
Till I lose at as the first one to call or write
That’s a tough position, all this touch resistance
Castles in my mind, you’ll find no competition, but
I’m high, and I’m trying to hide it
Walk a block, I love you in this lighting
Love you in this light
Your eyes pull on me lightly
Third Street, springtime
I almost like it better when we
When we don’t touch
If we don’t start, then we don’t have to stop
I like it when we
When we don’t touch
If we don’t start, then we don’t have to stop
I almost like it better when we
When we don’t touch
If we don’t start, then we don’t have to stop
I like it when we
When we don’t touch
If we don’t start, then we don’t have to stop