Little Bug

I think that I've fallen in love
What a curious, unsuspecting little bug I've caught
You know
You'd think I'd be more cautious with age
Of the furious catastrophic little mess it tends to make

I buy it bottled and powdered and pressed in a pill
Doctor I'm lovesick you're making me ill
Sprawled on the floor, think my heart's fallen still
I had my head on your shoulder
Alone and exposed
You lied by omission, then left me a note, said
It pains you to do this but you gotta go
So

I think I'll be dying alone
How hilarious, my friends all laugh but
I'm afraid it's not a joke
How could I find it in me to care
'Bout the way I move or the clothes I wear
When I scan the room for you and you're not there

I want you bottled and powdered and pressed in a pill
I think I'm addicted, you're making me ill
Cards on the table, a battle of wills
I had my head on your shoulder
That lump in my throat
Skipped that incessant talk 'bout who loves who the most
Cuz it pains you to do it
And you gotta go

Oh you gotta go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
No you gotta go
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
No you gotta go
You gotta go
You gotta go
So

I think I'll be moving away
Catch a bus, a train
However long a little distance takes to make
You realize you're running from me
You realize you're running from me
You realize you're running from me
You realize you're running from me