I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Stop living in denial, stop loving the lie I thought blood was thicker than water You think I’m wrong but I never felt better You want to cure me of this epidemic, you call me sick I wish I had said it, the words to admit to you who I am You’re either

The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams The fools are kings, tearing apart the soul The race for complication, communicate reaction The lack of heart of men, I grow distant from the core Borrow this body for a lifetime, earthly material

Why won't you call me? I'm sitting here waiting Stephen, I'm feeling pathetic Stephen, why won't you call me? I can't take rejection My drug of choice my sick obsession Stephen why won't you call me? Stephen, Stephen

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in

I'm gonna give all my secrets away Sick of all the insincere This time, don't need another perfect lie Tell me what you want to hear Don't care if critics ever jump in line Don't care if critics never jump in line So tell me what you want to hear I need

You'll miss me till the day you die Oh, whoa, whoa You must be blind if you can't see I'm sick and tired of the mess you made me You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone Never gonna catch me cry oh, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, whoa, you must be blind if you

Oh, (that same old love) I'm so sick of that, so sick of that love I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I'm so

Look out kid Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser