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