Now I am a person who has a notebook filled with crossed-out lyrics. Maybe not filled. Filling. The notebook is in process, like this song and everything else. ”You Make Me Sick” started with a word. It morphed into a strange notion. I let my mind wander. Images appeared. I chased them. A mood began to take shape. I slipped into it. Here’s what it looks like on paper. Some of the chords are guesses.