It's on me
I'm playing sick
Please take care
But you're not equipped

I don't know why I feign the fever
Please don't leave, I try to get better
I still cough and scoff
When you bring me the wrong medicine
Knowing that it wasn't what I needed to begin with

Playing dead just makes them bury you
And try to move on with their life
I don't know why I expect a fuckin' Ouija board
So I can cryptically communicate the lie

Playing dead just makes them bury me
And I get pissеd waking up mouth full of dirt
I just play dead, I feel the circling
Do I want a lover or a vulturе?

Crying that I'm scrapped
While I'm running to the shredder
Crying that they left
When I showed them to the door
Crying to myself
That I could treat them better
When I don't know if I feel love or anger more
It's on me
I'm playing sick
Please take care
But you're not equipped