S I C K
Love's Cure: Embracing Sickness and Salvation in Mademoiselle K's 'S I C K'
Lyrics
I'm sick of being scared and scared because I like you
I feel exhausted from the fear and the conflicting emotions of liking you.
I'm sick of double beds the distance makes me useless
The separation in double beds is distressing and renders me powerless.
It's sick how your insomnia awakes my sense of drama
Your insomnia triggers my sense of drama in an unsettling way.
I cure my thinking of you shifting my point of view
To cope with thoughts of you, I alter my perspective to find relief.
You are so bold I'm smiling in the cold
Your boldness contrasts with my internal turmoil, making me smile in the cold.
Pretending it's fine though I'm crying all the time
Despite pretending everything is fine, I am constantly crying.
The more you're unpredictable the more I believe in miracles
The more unpredictable you are, the more I hold onto hope and believe in miracles.
I cure sick premonitions swallowing light visions
I overcome ominous feelings by embracing optimistic visions.
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
If I ever grow tired of you, there seems to be no remedy or solution.
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
-If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure at all
-I'm sick of my emotions, sick because I love you
My emotional state is challenging, and it's compounded by the fact that I love you.
I've seen my worried reflection on the walls of your room
I observe my anxious reflection on the walls of your room.
Can anybody foretell where are we going?
Questioning the uncertainty of our future destination.
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
If I reach a point of being sick of you, it seems there will be no remedy whatsoever.
If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure
-If I'll ever get sick of you, there will be no cure at all
-I've seen my worried reflection on the walls of your room
Reiteration of seeing a worried reflection on the walls of your room.
Oh it's sick how your insomnia awakes my sense of drama
Reiteration of how insomnia intensifies a sense of drama.
The treatment goes slow I envy the saved souls
The process of finding relief is slow, and there's envy for those already saved.
Can anybody foretell when I'll be saved again?
Pondering if anyone can predict when I will find salvation again.
When I'll be saved again
Reflecting on the uncertainty of when I will find salvation again.
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