Lovesick

You think that Cupid's got a (Cb)bow,

well (F)no, (Bbm)Cupid's got a needle.

It'll (Cb)find a (F)vein, (Bbm)careful, 'cause you'll bleed a little.

(Ebm7)And pretty (Ab7)soon romance will (Db7)marinate your brain,

(Ebm7)then watch the (Ab7)temp'rature go (F)up.

You hardly sleep because your (Cb)sheets are (F)wet.

(Bbm7)Toss and turn for hours and your (Cb)sweat is (F)sweet,

(Bbm)smells like dying flowers.

You've got (Ebm7)pain in your (Ab7)stomach like a (Db7)long neglected tooth.

(Ebm7)Dilated (Ab7)pupils that (Db7)refuse to see the (F)truth,

and that's you're (Bbm7)sick.

You're sick, (Gb7)you might not get (F7)through it.

Your (Bbm7)aching heart is racing and (Gb7)your brain can't catch up (Cb)to it.

That's (Bbm7)how you diagnose

an (F7)overdose of (Bbm7)love.

You feel the itching on your (Cb)skin.

Then (F)in, (Bbm)right down to your skeleton,

you (Cb)seize, you (F)freeze, (Bbm)knees turn into gelatin.

Then (Ebm7)you're on them (Ab7)praying that you'll (Db7)keep some (Gb)selfrespect,

(Ebm7)but out of (Ab7)nowhere comes (Db7)another side (F)effect.

Like when you (Bbm7)see his face,

(Gb7)you feel it in your (F7)eyes.

(Bbm7)They start to water like (Gb7)the place between your (Cb)thighs.

(Bbm7)Whenever he gets close, (Gb7)that's an (F7)overdose of (Bbm7)love.

You're (Gb7)sick of what you're (Cb7)saying,

you're (F7)sick of what you're (Bbm7)thinking.

You'd (Gb7)have another (Cb7)drink except you're (F7)sick of what you're (Bbm7)drinking.

While (Ebm7)sitting there (Ab7)alone, longing for his (Gb9)touch,

a (C7)little is elixir, but too (F7)much is much too much.

You're burning (Bbm)up!

(Ebm7)The spark that (Ab7)started it (Db7)became a raging fire.

(Ebm7)The cobwebs (Ab7)in your head turned (Db7)into razor (Gb)wire.

(Ebm7)It's like a (Ab7)puzzle that you'll (Db7)never get the (Gb7)trick of.

The (Ebm7)trick is you (Ab7)admitting you're (F7)sick of what you're sick of.

You feel (Bbm7)it on your tongue,

you (Gb7)feel it in your (F7)lips.

You (Bbm7)feel it from your fingers to (Gb7)the thing between your hips.

You (Bbm7)c'llapse on the floor, (Gb7)you shudder,

you (Cb7)tingle.

The (Bbm7)paramedic comes, you wonder if he's single.