The Thrill — I Hate Kate

Well you're sick, sick, sickness spreads Through those veins into your bed A fiend fakes out smiles instead While I wait here alone

So what, my conscience bothers me So what, that's who I've got to be Oh God, how inspirational Don't take all this shit personal

I don't mind, mind the time The time it takes to find you Go on, go on and thrill me Go on, go on, go on

If looks could kill, she's killed for less The less you are convinced Go on, go on and thrill me Go on, go on, go

Well you're sick, sick, eyes are dull Feeling like some criminal I know you got a better place to go While I drink here alone

So what, my conscience bothers me So what, that's who I've got to be Oh God, how inspirational Don't take all this shit personal

I don't mind, mind the time The time it takes to find you Go on, go on and thrill me Go on, go on, go on

If looks could kill, she's killed for less The less you are convinced Go on, go on and thrill me Go on, go on, go

Looking out the corner of her blue angelic eyes Trying to find a place inside the world that you despise

Looking out the corner of her blue angelic eyes Trying to find a place inside the world that you despise

I don't mind, mind the time The time it takes to find you Go on, go on and thrill me Go on, go on, go on

If looks could kill, she's killed for less The less you are convinced Go on, go on and thrill me Go on, go on, go Go on, go