Feels like my head is going up in flames, up in flames
But I'm not too loud, I just plan holidays, alcohol
Don't overthink it, it's not complicated
No you should know
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
Sick of love, of it
Control it, control it
Sick of love, of it
Control it, control it
You see, it gives you room to breath when you're all alone
A kind of place where you're surrounded by no one to know
Maybe I do things I'm not suppose to
Baby you're so hard to have what can I do, I do
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
I'm sick of love and you can't get enough of it, of it
And I know I'm cold but I just can't seem to control it, control it
