Trying to unwad the jumble of words from in my head
It makes me sick and I profusely *****
Throwing up the rotten words I've thought but never said
There's a mess here, we need a janitor on it

My insides are on the floor, in a neat pile
And my puke coats the entire floor and ground
As I continue to hurl, I look up at you and smile
As I spray you and make such disgusting sounds

*****, *****,
putrid, nasty *****
Coating my feet in its goo
*****, *****,
with no way to calm it
I just continue to spew

But the ***** isn't *****
It's really something true
The ***** isn't *****
It's all my love for you

But the feelings
I'm feeling
make me cringe and say "Eeeewww!"