No Insurance for Being Love Sick

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