Once she had me on my knees, enamoured with disease
Now, she fails to impress
A different sickness
A different kind of sickness, lacking any interest
And I, sunk in apathy,
Totally absorbed in me
Sitting vacant on my own,
My senses lying prone
She was the new thing
She was the new thing
She was the new thing
But I'm a new thing
I'm a new thing
She was the new thing
But I'm a new thing
Feel my stomach sink and I curse my slow limbs
She was the new thing
Staring at her, alterior girl, I cast myself into whatever she brings...
Another new
With sickness, it ends how it begins:
First mine then hers, and then the cycle blurs as my actions reoccur
Through no fault of my own,
Through no fault of my own
I'm a new thing
I'm a new thing
I'm a new thing
I'm a new thing
Writer(s): Faris Adam Derar Badwan, Thomas Furse Fairfax Cowan, Joseph Patrick Spurgeon, Rhys Timothy Somerset Webb, Joshua Mark Hayward
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