medicine

作词 : Oliver Sykes/Lee Malia/Matthew Nicholls/Matthew Kean/Jordan Fish

作曲 : Oliver Sykes/Lee Malia/Matthew Nicholls/Matthew Kean/Jordan Fish

Some people are a lot like clouds, you know

(Clouds, you know; clouds, you know)

‘Cause life’s so much brighter when they go

You rained on my heart for far too long

(Far too long far too long)

Couldn’t see the thunder for the storm

Because I cut my teeth and bit my tongue

Till my mouth was dripping blood

But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath

While you dragged me through the mud

I don’t know why I tried to save you ‘cause

I can’t save you from yourself

When all you give a shit about is everybody else

And you just can’t quit, why don’t you deal with it?

I think it’s time to stop

You need a taste of your own medicine

‘Cause I’m sick to death of swallowing

Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you

Act like nothing’s real like you

So I’m sorry for this, it might sting a bit

Some people are a lot like clouds, you know

(Clouds, you know; clouds, you know)

‘Cause life’s so much brighter when they go

And I spent too long in a place I don’t belong

I couldn’t see the thunder for the storm

But you won’t admit, why don’t you get a grip?

‘Cause you can’t keep going on and on and on and on like this

And you just can’t quit, why don’t you deal with it?

I think it’s time to stop

You need a taste of your own medicine

‘Cause I’m sick to death of swallowing

Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you

Act like nothing’s real like you

So I’m sorry for this, it might sting a bit

‘Cause I cut my teeth and bit my tongue

Till my mouth was dripping blood

But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath

While you dragged me through the mud

Yeah, I cut my teeth and bit my tongue

Till my mouth was dripping blood

But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath

While you dragged me through the mud

And you just can’t quit, why don’t you deal with it?

I think it’s time to stop

You need a taste of your own medicine

‘Cause I’m sick to death of swallowing

Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you

Act like nothing’s real like you

So I’m sorry for this, it might sting a bit

Taste of your own medicine (Taste of your own medicine)

Yeah, I’m sick to death of swallowing (Sick to death, oh)

Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you

Act like nothing’s real like you

So I’m sorry for this, it might sting a bit

Some people are a lot like clouds, you know

(Clouds, you know; clouds, you know)

‘Cause life’s so much brighter when they go