Baby you make me sick like you're supposed to
Yeah it stuffs up quick when I'm with you
Yeah I wish that I could get better
And maybe start over again

We've got a month to think about our chances
And I'm really bad at knowing if you're forward
I wish that you could tell me what to say
Cause it's just hard
To feel okay

Is the future near
Am I with you
It's hard to say
That I miss you
I just wonder if you're busy
Or am I just a casualty
Cause I am not afraid of living
No, I am not afraid of my friends

Oh I swear to god I miss you
And I just want to be with you
But I am not a casualty of love
No, I am not a quarantine of us

Oh I swear to god I miss you
And I just want to be with you
But I am not a casualty of love
No, I am not a quarantine of us