Melancholy spasms with a trace of the Blues
I'm sick for you
No anecdote to cure this spell
So I'll just spend the night going through withdrawals
Thinking about your drawers and how I wish I was in them
You always keep me in heat
I must have a 24-hr fever
Pulse rate on high, I hope I don't go into cardiac arrest
I long to lay on your chest
Lay topless with my body on yours
Your pecks to my breasts
No sex, just comfort
I imagine these images
Dream of them
Sometimes I get so nostalgic, I create illusions
And it scares my friends so much they think I'm schizophrenic
Call a paramedic, but the diagnosis is Love Sick
Come un-zip this straight jacket
And tell me I'm not crazy
Save me with your Adderall kisses
And take away the anxiety I've been suffering with,
Since you've been gone