sick sick [sic]

All bets are off Ceramic cuts through the pain, ya You said, "Don't be a stranger" "Don't be alarmed" If you never see me after I return your coffee cup And I start my backing up (start my backing up) Well all bets are off I fucked it up, I know I did But did I honestly think you'd be the mother of my kids Deep down my name still means loss Come around at sundown and you could hit the jackpot But all bets are off Clinging on, fingertips Stinging on, still hurting from the grip Bring it on, fingertips Leaning on you, I've been codependent Sick little pieces in a puzzle that's the right fit I printed "wrong" on a mask in all cap sick, sick (sic) (sick, sick, sic) (sick, sick, sic) (In a sick sick fit) Do my knees hurt from beggin'? I'm like Dior or Osiris like laundry still hanging (bloody, bloody) Well darlin' you could pose fine Put the camera down and find me on the clothesline (bloody, bloody, bloody money) Drink me up and spit me out like I was old wine Not sayin', "No, why?" Is this coming from your own mind? Paid the cost, but no fine Did you catch a glimpse of me? I think not All bets are off All bets are off All bets are off All bets are off All bets are off All bets are off And you say that you need to grow up I hope you're better off All bets are off --- sick sick [sic] - Sir Sly