Love for you has proven to be the onset of sickness
An underhanded attack on the Lymphocytes
The virus holds my cells hostage
Bound and gagged before my body is even made aware
This love can take a healthy man by the stones and send him crashing to his knees
This love is a force
May be passed through the touch of a hand or the tender brush of soft lips
My body weakened, unable to fight for its life
Chills dance up and down my spine
No amount of blankets can conquer a cold within
This is a punishment, the crime being that I fell for you
I am shackled to the sick bed you have made for me
Your germs, they ascended upon me
They bore symptoms from the depths of hell
Cheeks like ruby slippers and slick with sweat
This infection given to me by you is highly contagious
Deadly in some cases
It starts in the back of the throat, an itch, despite my best efforts, that can't be scratched
The appendage I once used to smell the roses, now serves no purpose but to leak like old faucets
This love is a disease that comes like a thief in the night
This love works fast
It takes over the body like nothing else and leaves only destruction in its wake
This love can not be cured through fluid intake, no bedrest, no over the counters
This love is a sickness one must make the choice to heal from
This love is a sickness one heals themselves from
Time is the only prescription to be written for the strain of contagion called this love
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Tyler - Lovesick Lyrics
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Love for you has proven to be the onset of sickness
An underhanded attack on the Lymphocytes
The virus holds my cells hostage
Bound and gagged before my body is even made aware
This love can take a healthy man by the stones and send him crashing to his knees
This love is a force
May be passed through the touch of a hand or the tender brush of soft lips
My body weakened, unable to fight for its life
Chills dance up and down my spine
No amount of blankets can conquer a cold within
This is a punishment, the crime being that I fell for you
I am shackled to the sick bed you have made for me
Your germs, they ascended upon me
They bore symptoms from the depths of hell
Cheeks like ruby slippers and slick with sweat
This infection given to me by you is highly contagious
Deadly in some cases
It starts in the back of the throat, an itch, despite my best efforts, that can't be scratched
The appendage I once used to smell the roses, now serves no purpose but to leak like old faucets
This love is a disease that comes like a thief in the night
This love works fast
It takes over the body like nothing else and leaves only destruction in its wake
This love can not be cured through fluid intake, no bedrest, no over the counters
This love is a sickness one must make the choice to heal from
This love is a sickness one heals themselves from
Time is the only prescription to be written for the strain of contagion called this love
An underhanded attack on the Lymphocytes
The virus holds my cells hostage
Bound and gagged before my body is even made aware
This love can take a healthy man by the stones and send him crashing to his knees
This love is a force
May be passed through the touch of a hand or the tender brush of soft lips
My body weakened, unable to fight for its life
Chills dance up and down my spine
No amount of blankets can conquer a cold within
This is a punishment, the crime being that I fell for you
I am shackled to the sick bed you have made for me
Your germs, they ascended upon me
They bore symptoms from the depths of hell
Cheeks like ruby slippers and slick with sweat
This infection given to me by you is highly contagious
Deadly in some cases
It starts in the back of the throat, an itch, despite my best efforts, that can't be scratched
The appendage I once used to smell the roses, now serves no purpose but to leak like old faucets
This love is a disease that comes like a thief in the night
This love works fast
It takes over the body like nothing else and leaves only destruction in its wake
This love can not be cured through fluid intake, no bedrest, no over the counters
This love is a sickness one must make the choice to heal from
This love is a sickness one heals themselves from
Time is the only prescription to be written for the strain of contagion called this love
Writer: Gabriela Brissett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid